A Mediocre Mind Thinks It Writes Divinely;

We Never Love With All Our Heart And All Our Soul But Once, And That Is The First Time.

We Meet With Few Utterly Dull And Stupid Souls: The Sublime And Transcendent Are Still Fewer; The Generality Of Mankind Stand Between These Two Extremes: The Interval Is Filled With Multitudes Of Ordinary Geniuses, But All Very Useful, And The Ornaments And Supports Of The Commonwealth.

Most Men Spend The Best Part Of Their Lives Making The Remaining Part Wretched.

The Slave Has But One Master, The Ambitious Man Has As Many As There Are Persons Whose Aid May Contribute To The Advancement Of His Fortunes.

Grief At The Absence Of A Loved One Is Happiness Compared To Life With A Person One Hates.