Poverty Is The Test Of

Great Thoughts Reduced To Practice Become Great Acts.

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

The Only True Retirement Is That Of The Heart; The Only True Leisure Is The Repose Of The Passions. To Such Persons It Makes Little Difference Whether They Are Young Or Old; And They Die As They Have Lived, With Graceful Resignation.

We Are Very Much What Others Think Of Us. The Reception Our Observations Meet With Gives Us Courage To Proceed, Or Damps Our Efforts.

There Is No Flattery So Adroit Or Effectual As That Of Implicit Assent.