There Can Be No Situation In Life

I Hate The Noise And Hurry Inseparable From Great Estates And Titles, And Look Upon Both As Blessings That Ought Only To Be Given To Fools, For 'tis Only To Them That They Are Blessings.

To Always Be Loved One Must Ever Be Agreeable.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.

Solitude Begets Whimsies.

How Many Thousands ... Earnestly Seeking What They Do Not Want, While They Neglect The Real Blessings In Their Possession -- I Mean The Innocent Gratification Of Their Senses, Which Is All We Can Properly Call Our Own.