A Flattering Painter, Who Made It His

Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very Blest.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

The World Is Like A Vast Sea: Mankind Like A Vessel Sailing On Its Tempestuous Bosom. ... [t]he Sciences Serve Us For Oars.

To Be Poor, And To Seem Poor, Is A Certain Method Never To Rise.