Wine Gives Great Pleasure; And Every Pleasure

The Happiness Of London Is Not To Be Conceived But By Those Who Have Been In It.

The Joy Of Life Is Variety; The Tenderest Love Requires To Be Rekindled By Intervals Of Absence.

He That Has Too Much To Do Will Do Something Wrong.

None But Those Who Have Learned The Art Of Subjecting Their Senses As Well As Reason To Hypothetical Systems Can Be Persuaded By The Most Specious Rhetorician That The Lots Of Life Are Equal; Yet It Cannot Be Denied That Every One Has His Peculiar Pleasures And Vexations, That External Accidents Operate Variously Upon Different Minds, And That No Man Can Exactly Judge From His Own Sensations What Another Would Feel In The Same Circumstances.

Prosperity's Right Hand Is Industry And Her Left Hand Is Frugality.