These Are Called The Pious Frauds Of

Now In Reality, The World Has Paid Too Great A Compliment To Critics, And Has Imagined Them To Be Men Of Much Greater Profundity Than They Really Are.

Heroes, Notwithstanding The High Ideas Which, By The Means Of Flatterers, They May Entertain Of Themselves, Or The World May Conceive Of Them, Have Certainly More Of Mortal Than Divine About Them.

Enough Is Equal To A Feast.

Domestic Happiness Is The End Of Almost All Our Pursuits, And The Common Reward Of All Our Pains. When Men Find Themselves Forever Barred From This Delightful Fruition, They Are Lost To All Industry, And Grow Careless Of All Their Worldly Affairs. Thus They Become Bad Subjects, Bad Relations, Bad Friends, And Bad Men.

Great Joy, Especially After A Sudden Change Of Circumstances, Is Apt To Be Silent, And Dwells Rather In The Heart Than On The Tongue.