An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

Absence, Like Death, Sets A Seal On The Image Of Those We Love: We Cannot Realize The Intervening Changes Which Time May Have Effected.

A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be Given To Gain That Of Another.

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

The More Various Our Artificial Necessities, The Wider Is Our Circle Of Pleasure; For All Pleasure Consists In Obviating Necessities As They Rise; Luxury, Therefore, As It Increases Our Wants, Increases Our Capacity For Happiness

The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most Ridiculous To Those Who Are Themselves Most Foolish.