Ignorance, Madam, Pure Ignorance.

For Sorrow There Is No Remedy Provided By Nature; It Is Often Occasioned By Accidents Irreparable, And Dwells Upon Objects That Have Lost Or Changed Their Existence; It Requires What It Cannot Hope, That The Laws Of The Universe Should Be Repealed; That The Dead Should Return, Or The Past Should Be Recalled.

He Who Praises Everybody, Praises Nobody.

The True Art Of Memory Is The Art Of Attention.

All The Performances Of Human Art, At Which We Look With Praise Or Wonder, Are Instances Of The Resistless Force Of Perseverance.

There Are Few Minds To Which Tyranny Is Not Delightful.