That Cruelty Which Children Are Permitted To

Tired Of Myself Longing For What I Have Not

All Our Pursuits, From Childhood To Manhood, Are Only Trifles Of Different Sorts And Sizes, Proportioned To Our Years And Views.

The Life Of A Good Man Was A Continual Warfare With His Passions.

Youth Is Rather To Be Pitied Than Envied By People In Years Since It Is Doomed To Toil Through The Rugged Road Of Life Which The Others Have Passed Through, In Search Of Happiness That Is Not To Be Met With In It And That, At The Highest, Can Be Compounded For Only By The Blessing Of A Contented Mind.

What We Want To Tell, We Wish Our Friend To Have Curiosity To Hear.