Human Life Very Much Resembles A Game

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

A Tender-hearted And Compassionate Disposition, Which Inclines Men To Pity And Feel The Misfortunes Of Others, And Which Is, Even For Its Own Sake, Incapable Of Involving Any Man In Ruin And Misery, Is Of All Tempers Of Mind The Most Amiable; And Though It Seldom Receives Much Honor, Is Worthy Of The Highest.

For I Hope My Friends Will Pardon Me, When I Declare, I Know None Of Them Without A Fault; And I Should Be Sorry If I Could Imagine, I Had Any Friend Who Could Not See Mine. Forgiveness, Of This Kind, We Give And Demand In Turn.

Great Vices Are The Proper Objects Of Our Detestation, Smaller Faults Of Our Pity, But Affectation Appears To Be The Only True Source Of The Ridiculous.

The Only Source Of The True Ridiculous (as It Appears To Me) Is Affectation