Once A Coxcomb, Always A Coxcomb.

Every Man Prefers Virtue, When There Is Not Some Strong Incitement To Transgress Its Precepts.

There May Be Community Of Material Possessions, But There Can Never Be Community Of Love Or Esteem.

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

Hope Is Necessary In Every Condition. The Miseries Of Poverty, Sickness And Captivity Would, Without This Comfort, Be Insupportable.

Whoever Wishes To Attain An English Style, Familiar But Not Coarse, And Elegant But Not Ostentatious, Must Give His Days And Nights To The Volumes Of Addison.