He Makes His Cook His Merit, And

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

Gold Gives To The Ugliest Thing A Certain Charming Air, For That Without It Were Else A Miserable Affair.

The Defects Of Human Nature Afford Us Opportunities Of Exercising Our Philosophy, The Best Employment Of Our Virtues. If All Men Were Righteous, All Hearts True And Frank And Loyal, What Use Would Our Virtues Be?

Words And Deeds Are Far From Being One. Much That Is Talked About Is Left Undone.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.