Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

But How Cool, How Quiet Is True Courage!

Generosity Without Delicacy, Like Wit Without Judgment, Generally Gives As Much Pain As Pleasure.

Misery Is A Guest That We Are Glad To Part With, However Certain Of Her Speedy Return.

But If The Young Are Never Tired Of Erring In Conduct, Neither Are The Older In Erring Of Judgment.

There's No Nation Under The Sun Can Beat The English For Ill-politeness: For My Part, I Hate The Very Sight Of Them; And So I Shall Only Just Visit A Person Of Quality Or Two Of My Particular Acquaintance, And Then I Shall Go Back Again To France.