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Never Trust The Man Who Has Reason To Suspect That You Know He Hath Injured You.

Gaming Is A Vice The More Dangerous As It Is Deceitful; And, Contrary To Every Other Species Of Luxury, Flatters Its Votaries With The Hopes Of Increasing Their Wealth; So That Avarice Itself Is So Far From Securing Us Against Its Temptations That It Often Betrays The More Thoughtless And Giddy Part Of Mankind Into Them.

No Acquisitions Of Guilt Can Compensate The Loss Of That Solid Inward Comfort Of Mind, Which Is The Sure Companion Of Innocence And Virtue; Nor Can In The Least Balance The Evil Of That Horror And Anxiety Which, In Their Room, Guilt Introduces Into Our Bosoms.

It Is With Jealousy As With The Gout. When Such Distempers Are In The Blood, There Is Never Any Security Against Their Breaking Out, And That Often On The Slightest Occasions, And When Least Suspected.

Great Joy, Especially After A Sudden Change Of Circumstances, Is Apt To Be Silent, And Dwells Rather In The Heart Than On The Tongue.