A Wise Traveler Never Despises His Own

The Player Envies Only The Player, The Poet Envies Only The Poet.

It Is Hard For Any One To Be An Honest Politician Who Is Not Born And Bred A Dissenter.

Mankind Are A Herd Of Knaves And Fools. It Is Necessary To Join The Crowd, Or Get Out Of Their Way, In Order Not To Be Trampled To Death By Them.

It Is Remarkable How Virtuous And Generously Disposed Every One Is At A Play.

Without Life There Can Be No Action — No Objects Of Pursuit — No Restless Desires — No Tormenting Passions. Hence It Is That We Fondly Cling To It — That We Dread Its Termination As The Close, Not Of Enjoyment, But Of Hope.