We Fancy We Suffer From Ingratitude, While

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

Of All Studies, The Most Delightful And The Most Useful Is Biography. The Seeds Of Great Events Lie Near The Surface; Historians Delve Too Deep For Them. No History Was Ever True. Lives I Have Read Which, If They Were Not, Had The Appearance, The Interest, And The Utility Of Truth.

In The Hours Of Distress And Misery, The Eyes Of Every Mortal Turn To Friendship; In The Hours Of Gladness And Conviviality, What Is Our Want? It Is Friendship. When The Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Or With Any Other Sweet Or Sacred Sentiment, What Is The Word To Which It Would Give Utterance? A Friend.

If In Argument We Can Make A Man Angry With Us, We Have Drawn Him From His Vantage Ground And Overcome Him.

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.