Hope Is Such A Bait,

What Cities, As Great As This, Have... Promised Themselves Immortality! Posterity Can Hardly Trace The Situation Of Some. The Sorrowful Traveller Wanders Over The Awful Ruins Of Others... Here Stood Their Citadel, But Now Grown Over With Weeds; There Their Senate-house, But Now The Haunt Of Every Noxious Reptile; Temples And Theatres Stood Here, Now Only An Undistinguished Heap Of Ruins.

Whenever You See A Gaming Table Be Sure To Know Fortune Is Not There. Rather She Is Always In The Company Of Industry.

The Mind Is Ever Ingenious In Making Its Own Distress.

There Is Probably No Country So Barbarous That Would Not Disclose All It Knew, If It Received Equivalent Information; And I Am Apt To Think That A Person Who Was Ready To Give More Knowledge Than He Received Would Be Welcome Wherever He Came.

She Who Makes Her Husband And Her Children Happy, Who Reclaims The One From Vice, And Trains Up The Other To Virtue, Is A Much Greater Character Than The Ladies Described In Romance, Whose Whole Occupation Is To Murder Mankind With Shafts From Their Quiver Or Their Eyes.