Reflection Makes Men Cowards.

We May Be Willing To Tell A Story Twice, Never To Hear It More Than Once.

He Will Never Have True Friends Who Is Afraid Of Making Enemies.

Men Of The Greatest Genius Are Not Always The Most Prodigal Of Their Encomiums. But Then It Is When Their Range Of Power Is Confined, And They Have In Fact Little Perception, Except Of Their Own Particular Kind Of Excellence.

Our Repugnance To Death Increases In Proportion To Our Consciousness Of Having Lived In Vain.

The Thing Is Plain. All That Men Really Understand, Is Confined To A Very Small Compass; To Their Daily Affairs And Experience; To What They Have An Opportunity To Know, And Motives To Study Or Practice. The Rest Is Affectation And Imposture.