Wicked Companions Invite Us To Hell.

There Is Perhaps No Surer Mark Of Folly, Than To Attempt To Correct Natural Infirmities Of Those We Love.

Love And Scandal Are The Best Sweeteners Of Tea.

I Am Content; That Is A Blessing Greater Than Riches; And He To Whom That Is Given Need Ask No More.

I Look Upon The Vulgar Observation, 'that The Devil Often Deserts His Friends, And Leaves Them In The Lurch,' To Be A Great Abuse On That Gentleman's Character. Perhaps He May Sometimes Desert Those Who Are Only His Cup Acquaintance; Or Who, At Most, Are But Half His; But He Generally Stands By Those Who Are Thoroughly His Servants, And Helps Them Off In All Extremities, Till Their Bargain Expires.

There Is Not In The Universe A More Ridiculous, Nor A More Contemptible Animal, Than A Proud Clergyman.