We Are All Of Us, More Or

What I Mean By Living To One's Self Is Living In The World, As In It, Not Of It.

A Life Of Action And Danger Moderates The Dread Of Death.

The Soil Of Friendship Is Worn Out With Constant Use. Habit May Still Attach Us To Each Other, But We Feel Ourselves Fettered By It. Old Friends Might Be Compared To Old Married People Without The Tie Of Children.

Affectation Is As Necessary To The Mind As Dress Is To The Body.

Of All Virtues, Magnanimity Is The Rarest. There Are A Hundred Persons Of Merit For One Who Willingly Acknowledges It In Another.