Wit Is, In Fact, The Eloquence Of

The Art Of Pleasing Consists In Being Pleased.

Avarice Is The Miser's Dream, As Fame Is The Poet's.

We Can Scarcely Hate Anyone That We Know.

A Mighty Stream Of Tendency.

Those Who Speak Ill Of The Spiritual Life, Although They Come And Go By Day, Are Like The Smith's Bellows: They Take Breath But Are Not Alive.