This World, Where Much Is To Be

Courtesy And Good-humour Are Often Found With Little Real Worth.

He Was So Generally Civil, That Nobody Thanked Him For It.

Knowledge Always Desires Increase, It Is Like Fire, Which Must First Be Kindled By Some External Agent, But Which Will Afterwards Propagate Itself.

The Violence Of War Admits No Distinction; The Lance, That Is Lifted At Guilt And Power, Will Sometimes Fall On Innocence And Gentleness.

The Relief Of Enemies Has A Tendency To Unite Mankind In Fraternal Affection.