This Great Misfortune, To Be Incapable Of

The Generality Of Men Expend The Early Part Of Their Lives In Contributing To Render The Latter Part Miserable.

The Most Accomplished Literary Work Would Be Reduced To Nothing By Carping Criticism, If The Author Would Listen To All Critics And Allow Every One To Erase The Passage Which Pleases Him The Least.

Favor Exalts A Man Above His Equals, But His Dismissal From That Favor Places Him Below Them.

A Well-born Man Is Fortunate, But So Is The Man About Whom People No Longer Ask, 'is He Well-born?'

To What Excesses Do Men Rush For The Sake Of Religion, Of Whose Truth They Are So Little Persuaded, And To Whose Precepts They Pay So Little Regard!