The Passions Refuse To Be

Devotees Of Grammatical Studies Have Not Been Distinguished For Any Very Remarkable Felicities Of Expression

Experience Converts Us To Ourselves When Books Fail Us.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

The Wisest And Best Are Repulsive, If They Are Characterized By Repulsive Manners. Politeness Is An Easy Virtue, Costs Little, And Has Great Purchasing Power.

A Check On Itself, Evil Subserves The Economies Of Good, As It Were A Condiment To Give Relish To Good.