The Confidant Of My Vices Is My

There Is Nothing In Life So Irrational, That Good Sense And Chance May Not Set It To Rights; Nothing So Rational, That Folly And Chance May Not Utterly Confound It.

The Words You've Bandied Are Sufficient; 'tis Deeds That I Prefer To See. [ger., Der Worte Sind Genug Gewechselt, Lasst Mich Auch Endlich Thaten Sehn.]

The People Who Are Absent Are The Ideal; Those Who Are Present Seem To Be Quite Commonplace.

An Absent Friend Gives Us Friendly Company When We Are Well Assured Of His Happiness.

Higher Aims Are In Themselves More Valuable, Even If Unfulfilled, Than Lower Ones Quite Attained.