He Who Would Bring Home

How Small Of All That Human Hearts Endure, That Part Which Laws Or Kings Can Cause Or Cure! Still To Ourselves In Every Place Consigned, Our Own Felicity We Make Or Find. With Secret Course, Which No Loud Storms Annoy, Glides The Smooth Current Of Domestic Joy.

Every State Of Society Is As Luxurious As It Can Be. Men Always Take The Best They Can Get.

That We Must All Die, We Always Knew, I Wish I Had Sooner Remembred It.

Distance Either Of Time Or Place Is Sufficient To Reconcile Weak Minds To Wonderful Relations.

A Man Used To Vicissitudes Is Not Easily Dejected.