The Gallantry Of The Mind Consists In

Every One Complains Of A Poor Memory, No One Of A Weak Judgment.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.

Usually We Praise Only To Be Praised.

Praise Is Flattery, Artful, Hidden, Delicate, Which Gratifies Differently Him Who Praises And Him Who Is Praised. The One Takes It As The Reward Of Merit, The Other Bestows It To Show His Impartiality And Knowledge.

As One Grows Older, One Becomes Wiser And More Foolish.