Grief Is A Species Of Idleness.

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

Read The Book You Do Honestly Feel A Wish And Curiosity To Read.

Every Old Man Complains Of The Growing Depravity Of The World, Of The Petulance And Insolence Of The Rising Generation.

We May Have Many Acquaintances, But We Can Have But Few Friends; This Made Aristotle Say That He That Hath Many Friends Hath None.

Many Need No Other Provocation To Enmity Than That They Find Themselves Excelled.