Distance Either Of Time Or Place Is

Whatever Is Formed For Long Duration Arrives Slowly To Its Maturity.

You Despise A Man For Avarice; But You Do Not Hate Him.

Wine Gives A Man Nothing. It Neither Gives Him Knowledge Nor Wit; It Only Animates A Man, And Enables Him To Bring Out What A Dread Of The Company Has Repressed. It Only Puts In Motion What Had Been Locked Up In Frost.

I Am Always Sorry When Any Language Is Lost, Because Languages Are The Pedigrees Of Nations.

We Are Long Before We Are Convinced That Happiness Is Never To Be Found, And Each Believes It Possessed By Others, To Keep Alive The Hope Of Obtaining It For Himself.