There Can Be No Friendship Without Confidence,

People In Distress Never Think That You Feel Enough.

The Blaze Of Reputation Cannot Be Blown Out, But It Often Dies In The Socket; A Very Few Names May Be Considered As Perpetual Lamps That Shine Unconsumed.

The Highest Panegyric, Therefore, That Private Virtue Can Receive, Is The Praise Of Servants.

Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

Of Those That Spin Out Trifles And Die Without A Memorial, Many Flatter Themselves With High Opinions Of Their Own Importance, And Imagine That They Are Every Day Adding Some Improvement To Human Life.