Nothing Is Given So Profusely As Advice.

Nature Seems At Each Man's Birth To Have Marked Out The Bounds Of His Virtues And Vices, And To Have Determined How Good Or How Wicked That Man Shall Be Capable Of Being.

The Accent Of One's Birthplace Remains In The Mind And In The Heart As In One's Speech.

Everyone Agrees That A Secret Should Be Kept Intact, But Everyone Does Not Agree As To The Nature And Importance Of Secrecy. Too Often We Consult Ourselves As To What We Should Say, What We Should Leave Unsaid. There Are Few Permanent Secrets, And The Scruple Against Revealing Them Will Not Last Forever.

Gratitude, In Most Men, Is Only A Strong And Secret Hope Of Greater Favors.

Constancy In Love ... Is Only Inconstancy Confined To One Object.