Loudness Is Impotence.

All Affectation Is The Vain And Ridiculous Attempt Of Poverty To Appear Rich

Conscience Is The Sentinel Of Virtue.

Desire Is The Uneasiness A Man Finds In Himself Upon The Absence Of Anything Whose Present Enjoyment Carries The Idea Of Delight With It.

The Proportion Of Genius To The Vulgar Is Like One To A Million.

Trust Him Not With Your Secrets, Who, When Left Alone In Your Room, Turns Over Your Papers.