Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

Constant Companionship Is Not Enjoyable, Any More Than Constant Eating. We Sit Too Long At The Table Of Friendship, When We Outsit Our Appetites For Each Other's Thoughts.

What We Call Conscience In Many Instances, Is Only A Wholesome Fear Of The Law.

In The Assurance Of Strength There Is Strength; And They Are The Weakest, However Strong, Who Have No Faith In Themselves Or Their Powers.

We Trifle When We Assign Limits To Our Desires, Since Nature Hath Set None.

There Is No Tyrant Like Custom, And No Freedom Where Its Edicts Are Not Resisted.