A Man Cannot Paint Portraits Till He

The Natural Wants Are Few, And Easily Gratified: It Is Only Those Which Are Artificial That Perplex Us By Their Multiplicity.

Without Death In The World, Existence In It Would Soon Become, Through Over-population, The Most Frightful Of Curses.

The Finest Compliment That Can Be Paid To A Woman Of Sense Is To Address Her As Such.

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

The Light In The World Comes Principally From Two Sources,-the Sun, And The Student's Lamp.