Silence Gives Consent.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.

To A Philosopher No Circumstance, However Trifling, Is Too Minute.

Success Consists Of Getting Up Just One More Time Than You Fall.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

As For Murmurs, Mother, We Grumble A Little Now And Then, To Be Sure; But There's No Love Lost Between Us.