The Ingenuity Of Self-deception Is Inexhaustible.

Sound Economy Is A Sound Understanding Brought Into Action; It Is Calculation Realized; It Is The Doctrine Of Proportion Reduced To Practice; It Is Foreseeing Contingencies, And Providing Against Them.

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

My Retirement Was Now Become Solitude; The Former Is, I Believe, The Best State For The Mind Of Man, The Latter Almost The Worst. In Complete Solitude, The Eye Wants Objects, The Heart Wants Attachments, The Understanding Wants Reciprocation. The Character Loses Its Tenderness When It Has Nothing To Strengthen It, Its Sweetness When It Has Nothing To Soothe It.

Where Evil May Be Done, It Is Right To Ponder; Where Only Suffered, Know The Shortest Pause Is Much Too Long.

Oblivion Has Been Noticed As The Offspring Of Silence.