Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

In Sad Truth, Half Our Forebodings Of Our Neighbors Are But Our Own Wishes, Which We Are Ashamed To Utter In Any Other Form.

If There Be Any One Habit Which More Than Another Is The Dry Rot Of All That Is High And Generous In Youth, It Is The Habit Of Ridicule.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.