Contentment Is Better Than Divinations Or Visions.

Truth, Like The Juice Of The Poppy, In Small Quantities, Calms Men; In Larger, Heats And Irritates Them, And Is Attended By Fatal Consequences In Excess.

The Heart That Once Has Been Bathed In Love's Pure Fountain Retains The Pulse Of Youth Forever.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

Those Who In Living Fill The Smallest Space, In Death Have Often Left The Greatest Void.

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