A Good Countenance Is A Letter Of

I Describe Not Men, But Manners; Not An Individual, But A Species.

The Raillery Which Is Consistent With Good-breeding Is A Gentle Animadversion Of Some Foible, Which, While It Raises The Laugh In The Rest Of The Company, Doth Not Put The Person Rallied Out Of Countenance, Or Expose Him To Shame Or Contempt. On The Contrary, The Jest Should Be So Delicate That The Object Of It Should Be Capable Of Joining In The Mirth It Occasions.

None Of Our Political Writers . . . Take Notice Of Any More Than Three Estates, Namely, Kings, Lords And Commons . . . Passing By In Silence That Very Large And Powerful Body Which Form The Fourth Estate In The Community . . . The Mob.

Sensuality Not Only Debases Both Body And Mind, But Dulls The Keen Edge Of Pleasure.

Giving Comfort Under Affliction Requires That Penetration Into The Human Mind, Joined To That Experience Which Knows How To Soothe, How To Reason, And How To Ridicule; Taking The Utmost Care Never To Apply Those Arts Improperly.