The Inevitable Consequence Of Poverty Is Dependence.

Whoever Thinks Of Going To Bed Before Twelve O'clock Is A Scoundrel.

The Hapless Wit Has His Labors Always To Begin, The Call For Novelty Is Never Satisfied, And One Jest Only Raises Expectation Of Another.

No Man Will Be Found In Whose Mind Airy Notions Do Not Sometimes Tyrannize, And Force Him To Hope Or Fear Beyond The Limits Of Sober Probability.

Philosophy Has Often Attempted To Repress Insolence By Asserting That All Conditions Are Leveled By Death; A Position Which, However It May Defect The Happy, Will Seldom Afford Much Comfort To The Wretched.

Distance Either Of Time Or Place Is Sufficient To Reconcile Weak Minds To Wonderful Relations.