Half The Good Intentions Of My Life

Promises Are Dangerous Things To Ask Or To Give.

Why Will Friends Publish All The Trash They Can Scrape Together Of Celebrated People?

There Is No Moment Like The Present. The Man Who Will Not Execute His Resolutions When They Are Fresh Upon Him Can Have No Hope From Them Afterwards: They Will Be Dissipated, Lost, And Perish In The Hurry And Scurry Of The World, Or Sunk In The Slough Of Indolence.

Now Flattery Can Never Do Good; Twice Cursed In The Giving And The Receiving, It Ought To Be.

How Is It That Hope So Powerfully Excites, And Fear So Absolutely Depresses All Our Faculties?