Nay, Sir, Those Who Write

I Have No More Pleasure In Hearing A Man Attempting Wit And Failing, Than In Seeing A Man Trying To Leap Over A Ditch And Tumbling Into It

The Joy Of Life Is Variety; The Tenderest Love Requires To Be Rekindled By Intervals Of Absence.

Fear Is Implanted In Us As A Preservative From Evil.

Mutual Cowardice Keeps Us In Peace.

The Present Is Never A Happy State To Any Human Being.