What Is Reading But Silent Conversation?

The Wise Become As The Unwise In The Enchanted Chambers Of Power, Whose Lamps Make Every Face The Same Colour.

Life And Death Appear More Certainly Ours Than Whatsoever Else; And Yet Hardly Can That Be Called Ours, Which Comes Without Our Knowledge, And Goes Without It.

We Oftener Say Things Because We Can Say Them Well, Than Because They Are Sound And Reasonable.

Cruelty Is No More The Cure Of Crimes Than It Is The Cure Of Sufferings; Compassion, In The First Instance, Is Good For Both; I Have Known It To Bring Compunction When Nothing Else Would.

Virtue Is Presupposed In Friendship.