There Are No Events So Disastrous That

Indolence, Languid As It Is, Often Masters Both Passions And Virtues.

The Fondness Or Indifference That The Philosophers Expressed For Life Was Merely A Preference Inspired By Their Self-love, And Will No More Bear Reasoning Upon Than The Relish Of The Palate Or The Choice Of Colors.

Men May Boast Of Their Great Actions; But They Are More Often The Effects Of Chance Than Of Design.

Moral Severity In Women Is Only A Dress Or Paint Which They Use To Set Off Their Beauty.

In The Presence Of Some People We Inevitably Depart From Ourselves: We Are Inaccurate, We Say Things We Do Not Feel, And Talk Nonsense. When We Get Home We Are Conscious That We Have Made Fools Of Ourselves. Never Go Near These People.