The More We Do, The More We

Fashion Constantly Begins And Ends In The Two Things It Abhors Most, Singularity And Vulgarity.

Despair Swallows Up Cowardice.

People Are Not Soured By Misfortune, But By The Reception They Meet With In It.

The Dupe Of Friendship, And The Fool Of Love; Have I Not Reason To Hate And To Despise Myself? Indeed I Do; And Chiefly For Not Having Hated And Despised The World Enough.

To Be Forward To Praise Others Implies Either Great Eminence, That Can Afford To, Part With Applause; Or Great Quickness Of Discernment, With Confidence In Our Own Judgments; Or Great Sincerity And Love Of Truth, Getting The Better Of Our Self-love.