For Patience, Sov'reign O'er Transmuted Ill.

The Really Happy Woman Is The One Who Can Enjoy The Scenery When She Has To Take A Detour. Happiness Is Not A State To Arrive At, But Rather A Manner Of Traveling.

I Respect Millar, Sir: He Has Raised The Price Of Literature.

There May Be Community Of Material Possessions, But There Can Never Be Community Of Love Or Esteem.

He That Never Labors May Know The Pains Of Idleness, But Not The Pleasures.

Nothing Is More Idle Than To Inquire After Happiness, Which Nature Has Kindly Placed Within Our Reach.