We Must Eat To Live, And Not

Handsome Is That Handsome Does.

Guilt, On The Contrary, Like A Base Thief, Suspects Every Eye That Beholds Him To Be Privy To His Transgressions, And Every Tongue That Mentions His Name To Be Proclaiming Them.

The Excellence Of The Mental Entertainment Consists Less In The Subject Than In The Author's Skill In Well Dressing It Up.

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.

Thy Modesty 's A Candle To Thy Merit.