In The Motive Lies The Good Or

Sorrow Is The Mere Rust Of The Soul. Activity Will Cleanse And Brighten It.

To Be Flattered Is Grateful, Even When We Know That Our Praises Are Not Believed By Those Who Pronounce Them; For They Prove, At Least, Our Power, And Show That Our Favour Is Valued, Since It Is Purchased By The Meanness Of Falsehood.

Every Period Of Life Is Obliged To Borrow Its Happiness From Time To Come.

The Safe And General Antidote Against Sorrow Is Employment.

Just Praise Is Only A Debt, But Flattery Is A Present.