Despair Puts The Last Touch Not Only

Faith Is The Consolation Of The Wretched And The Terror Of The Happy.

The Character Of False Wit Is That Of Appearing To Depend Only Upon Reason.

If Our Friends Do Us A Service, We Think They Owe It To Us By Their Title Of Friend. We Never Think That They Do Not Owe Us Their Friendship.

Necessity Moderates More Troubles Than Reason.

Prosperity Makes Few Friends.