In Men This Blunder Still You Find;

It Is The Modern Nature Of Goodness To Exert Itself Quietly, While A Few Characters Of The Opposite Cast Seem, By The Rumor Of Their Exploits, To Fill The World; And By Their Noise To Multiply Their Numbers.

The Roses Of Pleasure Seldom Last Long Enough To Adorn The Brow Of Him Who Plucks Them; For They Are The Only Roses Which Do Not Retain Their Sweetness After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

Youth Has A Quickness Of Apprehension, Which It Is Very Apt To Mistake For An Acuteness Of Penetration.

The Ingenuity Of Self-deception Is Inexhaustible.

If I Wished To Punish My Enemy, I Should Make Him Hate Somebody.