The General Remedy Of Those Who Are

You Despise A Man For Avarice; But You Do Not Hate Him.

While An Author Is Yet Living, We Estimate His Powers By His Worst Performance; And When He Is Dead, We Rate Him By His Best.

The Dependant Who Cultivates Delicacy In Himself Very Little Consults His Own Tranquillity.

Jesting, Often, Only Proves A Want Of Intellect.

In All Pointed Sentences, Some Degree Of Accuracy Must Be Sacrificed To Conciseness.