Every Man Wishes To Be Wise, And

When A Man Is Tired Of London, He Is Tired Of Life; For There Is In London All That Life Can Afford.

A Man Who Exposes Himself When He Is Intoxicated, Has Not The Art Of Getting Drunk.

The King Who Makes War On His Enemies Tenderly Distresses His Subjects Most Cruelly.

I Have Often Thought That There Has Rarely Passed A Life Of Which A Judicious And Faithful Narrative Would Not Be Useful; For Not Only Every Man Has, In The Mighty Mass Of The World, Great Numbers In The Same Condition With Himself, To Whom His Mistakes And Miscarriages, Escapes And Expedients, Would Be Of Immediate And Apparent Use; But There Is Such A Uniformity In The State Of Man, Considered Apart From Adventitious And Separable Decorations And Disguises, That There Is Scarce Any Possibility Of Good Or Ill But Is Common To Human Kind.

The Perfect Day For Quitting Is Not Real. It Will Never Come, So Might As Well Start Today