Sometimes A Fool Has Talent, But Never

Our Repentances Are Generally Not So Much A Concern And Remorse For The Harm We Have Done, As A Fear Of The Harm We May Have Brought Upon Ourselves.

Our Aversion To Lying Is Commonly A Secret Ambition To Make What We Say Considerable, And Have Every Word Received With A Religious Respect.

Youth Is A Perpetual Intoxication; It Is A Fever Of The Mind.

Sometimes We Lose Friends For Whose Loss Our Regret Is Greater Than Our Grief, And Others For Whom Our Grief Is Greater Than Our Regret.

Tastes In Young People Are Changed By Natural Impetuosity, And In The Aged Are Preserved By Habit.