When Some One Reminded Him That The

Blushing Is The Color Of Virtue.

To Arrive At Perfection, A Man Should Have Very Sincere Friends Or Inveterate Enemies; Because He Would Be Made Sensible Of His Good Or Ill Conduct, Either By The Censures Of The One Or The Admonitions Of The Other.

I Am Called A Dog Because I Fawn On Those Who Give Me Anything, I Yelp At Those Who Refuse, And I Set My Teeth In Rascals.

Aren't You Ashamed, You Who Walk Backward Along The Whole Path Of Existence, And Blame Me For Walking Backward Along The Path Of The Promenade?

I Am Looking For A Human.