Those Who Are At War With Others

Love Turns, With A Little Indulgence, To Indifference Or Disgust; Hatred Alone Is Immortal.

We Judge Of Others For The Most Part By Their Good Opinion Of Themselves; Yet Nothing Gives Such Offense Or Creates So Many Enemies, As That Extreme Self-complacency Or Superciliousness Of Manner, Which Appears To Set The Opinion Of Every One Else At Defiance.

The Love Of Liberty Is The Love Of Others; The Love Of Power Is The Love Of Ourselves.

Walk Groundly, Talk Profoundly, Drink Roundly, Sleep Soundly.

Painting For A Whole Morning Gives One As Excellent An Appetite For One's Dinner, As Old Abraham Tucker Acquired For His By Riding Over Banstead Downs.