Avarice Is The Vice Of Declining Years.

By Common Consent, Gray Hairs Are A Crown Of Glory: The Only Object Of Respect That Can Never Excite Envy.

Truth Is Not Exciting Enough To Those Who Depend On The Characters And Lives Of Their Neighbors For All Their Amusement; And If A Story Is Told Of More Than Common Interest, Ennui Is Sure To Have Its Joy In Adding Embellishments. If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite. Like Truth And Justice, It Lives Within Us; Like Virtue And The Moral Law, It Is A Companion Of The Soul.

Style Is The Gossamer On Which The Seeds Of Truth Float Through The World.

In 1688 England Contracted To The Netherlands The Highest Debt That One Nation Can Owe To Another. Herself Not Knowing How To Recover Her Liberties, They Were Restored By Men Of The United Provinces.