Virtue Is Presupposed In Friendship.

O Music! How It Grieves Me That Imprudence, Intemperance, Gluttony, Should Open Their Channels Into Thy Sacred Stream.

Where Power Is Absent We May Find The Robe Of Genius, But We Miss The Throne.

The Wise Become As The Unwise In The Enchanted Chambers Of Power, Whose Lamps Make Every Face The Same Colour.

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.

Of All Failures, To Fail In A Witticism Is The Worst, And The Mishap Is The More Calamitous In A Drawn-out And Detailed One