Our Concern For The Loss Of Our

The Defects Of The Mind, Like Those Of The Face, Grow Worse With Age.

One Is Never Fortunate Or As Unfortunate As One Imagines.

We Label Judges With Having The Meanest Motives, And Yet We Desire That Our Reputation And Fame Should Depend Upon The Judgment Of Men, Who Are All, Either From Their Jealousy Or Preoccupation Or Want Of Intelligence, Opposed To Us - And Yet Despite Their Bias, Just For The Sake Of Making These Men Decide In Our Favor, We Peril In So Many Ways Both Our Peace And Our Life.

In The Misfortunes Of Our Best Friends We Always Find Something Not Altogether Displeasing To Us.

The Boldest Stroke And Best Act Of Friendship Is Not To Disclose Our Own Failings To A Friend, But To Show Him His Own.