Better To Die Ten Thousand Deaths, Than

Many Actions Calculated To Procure Fame Are Not Conducive To Ultimate Happiness.

I Have Often Thought, Says Sir Roger, It Happens Very Well That Christmas Should Fall Out In The Middle Of Winter.

I Will Indulge My Sorrows, And Give Way To All The Pangs And Fury Of Despair.

A Fine Coat Is But A Livery When The Person Who Wears It Discovers No Higher Sense Than That Of A Footman.

Faith Is Kept Alive In Us, And Gathers Strength, More From Practice Than From Speculations.