We Are All Of Us Richer Than

No Pleasure Has Any Savor For Me Without Communication.

Eloquence Is An Engine Invented To Manage And Wield At Will The Fierce Democracy, And, Like Medicine To The Sick, Is Only Employed In The Paroxysms Of A Disordered State.

There Is Some Shadow Of Delight And Delicacy Which Smiles Upon And Flatters Us Even In The Very Lap Of Melancholy.

A Man Should Not So Much Respect What He Eats, As With Whom He Eats.

If By Being Overstudious, We Impair Our Health And Spoil Our Good Humor, Let Us Give It Up.