Whoever Wishes To Attain An English Style,

He That Fails In His Endeavors After Wealth Or Power Will Not Long Retain Either Honesty Or Courage.

In A Man's Letters You Know, Madam, His Soul Lies Naked, His Letters Are Only The Mirrour Of His Breast.

To Grieve For Evils Is Often Wrong; But It Is Much More Wrong To Grieve Without Them. All Sorrow That Lasts Longer Than Its Cause Is Morbid, And Should Be Shaken Off As An Attack Of Melancholy, As The Forerunner Of A Greater Evil Than Poverty Or Pain.

No Man Likes To Live Under The Eye Of Perpetual Disapprobation.

He That Never Labors May Know The Pains Of Idleness, But Not The Pleasures.