Every Man, In His Own Opinion, Forms

I Do Not Think There Is Anything Deserving The Name Of Society To Be Found Out Of London.

It Is Well There Is No One Without Fault; For He Would Not Have A Friend In The World. He Would Seem To Belong To S Different Species.

Those Who Can Command Themselves Command Others.

Wit Is, In Fact, The Eloquence Of Indifference.

Nothing Is More Unjust Or Capricious Than Public Opinion.