A Liar Should Have A Good Memory.

Give Me The Boy Who Rouses When He Is Praised, Who Profits When He Is Encouraged And Who Cries When He Is Defeated. Such A Boy Will Be Fired By Ambition; He Will Be Stung By Reproach, And Animated By Preference; Never Shall I Apprehend Any Bad Consequences From Idleness In Such A Boy.

In A Crowd, On A Journey, At A Banquet Even, A Line Of Thought Can Itself Provide Its Own Seclusion.

A Mediocre Speech Supported By All The Power Of Delivery Will Be More Impressive Than The Best Speech Unaccompanied By Such Power.

Our Minds Are Like Our Stomaches; They Are Whetted By The Change Of Their Food, And Variety Supplies Both With Fresh Appetite.

One Should Aim Not At Being Possible To Understand, But At Being Impossible To Misunderstand.