One Of The Pleasantest Things In The

Without The Aid Of Prejudice And Custom, I Should Not Be Able To Find My Way Across The Room.

I Am Not, In The Ordinary Acceptation Of The Term, A Good-natured Man; That Is, Many Things Annoy Me Besides What Interferes With My Own Ease And Interest. I Hate A Lie; A Piece Of Injustice Wounds Me To The Quick, Though Nothing But The Report Of It Reach Me. Therefore I Have Made Many Enemies And Few Friends; For The Public Know Nothing Of Well-wishers, And Keep A Wary Eye On Those Who Would Reform Them.

One Shining Quality Lends A Lustre To Another, Or Hides Some Glaring Defect.

From The Height From Which The Great Look Down On The World All The Rest Of Mankind Seem Equal.

I Am Always Afraid Of A Fool. One Cannot Be Sure That He Is Not A Knave As Well.