All Censure Of A Man's Self Is

Language Is The Dress Of Thought.

Love Is The Wisdom Of The Fool And The Folly Of The Wise.

The Insolence Of Wealth Will Creep Out.

Politeness Is One Of Those Advantages Which We Never Estimate Rightly But By The Inconvenience Of Its Loss.

I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time, To Write All Aphoristically, Except In Narrative; Grow Weary Of Preparation, And Connection, And Illustration, And All Those Arts By Which A Big Book Is Made.