Happiness ... Leads None Of Us By

He That Studies Books Alone, Will Know How Things Ought To Be; And He That Studies Men, Will Know How Things Are.

Hope Is A Prodigal Young Heir, And Experience Is His Banker.

The Young Fancy That Their Follies Are Mistaken By The Old For Happiness. The Old Fancy That Their Gravity Is Mistaken By The Young For Wisdom.

If We Steal Thoughts From The Moderns, It Will Be Cried Down As Plagiarism; If From The Ancients, It Will Be Cried Up As Erudition.

It Is The Briefest Yet Wisest Maxim Which Tells Us To Meddle Not.