To Be Wiser Than Other Men Is

Without Life There Can Be No Action — No Objects Of Pursuit — No Restless Desires — No Tormenting Passions. Hence It Is That We Fondly Cling To It — That We Dread Its Termination As The Close, Not Of Enjoyment, But Of Hope.

The Look Of A Gentleman Is Little Else Than The Reflection Of The Looks Of The World.

The World Dread Nothing So Much As Being Convinced Of Their Errors.

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

Zeal Will Do More Than Knowledge.