No Skill Or Art Is

Upon The Creatures We Have Made, We Are, Ourselves, At Last, Dependent.

He Who Does Not See The Whole World In His Friends, Does Not Deserve That The World Should Hear Of Him.

Habit Is A Man's Sole Comfort. We Dislike Doing Without Even Unpleasant Things To Which We Have Become Accustomed.

Most Men, Even The Most Accomplished, Are Of Limited Faculties; Every One Sets A Value On Certain Qualities In Himself And Others: These Alone He Is Willing To Favour, These Alone Will He Have Cultivated.

When An Idea Is Wanting, A Word Can Always Be Found To Take Its Place.