Every Man Has Something To Do Which

The Fiction Of Happiness Is Propagated By Every Tongue And Confirmed By Every Look Till At Last All Profess The Joy Which They Do Not Feel And Consent To Yield To The General Delusion.

Almost Every Man Wastes Part Of His Life Attempting To Display Qualities Which He Does Not Possess.

Those Who Do Not Feel Pain Seldom Think That It Is Felt.

There Ambush Here Relentless Ruffians Lay, And Here The Fell Attorney Prowls For Prey.

To See Helpless Infancy Stretching Out Her Hands, And Pouring Out Her Cries In Testimony Of Dependence, Without Any Powers To Alarm Jealousy, Or Any Guilt To Alienate Affection, Must Surely Awaken Tenderness In Every Human Mind; And Tenderness Once Excited Will Be Hourly Increased By The Natural Contagion Of Felicity, By The Repercussion Of Communicated Pleasure, By The Consciousness Of Dignity Of Benefaction.