Self-love Is A Busy Prompter.

He That Has Too Much To Do Will Do Something Wrong.

We Owe To Memory Not Only The Increase Of Our Knowledge, And Our Progress In Rational Inquiries, But Many Other Intellectual Pleasures

Depend Upon It That If A Man Talks Of His Misfortunes There Is Something In Them That Is Not Disagreeable To Him; For Where There Is Nothing But Pure Misery There Never Is Any Recourse To The Mention Of It.

What Is Said Upon A Subject Is Gathered From An Hundred People.

Guilt Once Harbored In The Conscious Breast, Intimidates The Brave, Degrades The Great.