Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

Dignity, In Private Men And In Governments, Has Been Little Else Than A Stately And Stiff Perseverance In Oppression; And Spirit, As It Is Called, Little Else Than The Foam Of Hard-mouthed Insolence.

Friendship Is A Vase, Which, When It Is Flawed By Heat, Or Violence, Or Accident, May As Well Be Broken At Once; It Can Never Be Trusted After.

Nature I Loved, And Next To Nature, Art.

Solitude Is The Audience-chamber Of God.

States, Like Men, Have Their Growth, Their Manhood, Their Decrepitude, Their Decay.