As You Have Sown So Shall You

Friendship Is The Only Thing In The World Concerning The Usefulness Of Which All Mankind Are Agreed.

In The Very Books In Which Philosophers Bid Us Scorn Fame, They Inscribe Their Names.

Probabilities Direct The Conduct Of The Wise Man.

That Man Is Guilty Of Impertinence Who Considers Not The Circumstances Of Time, Or Engrosses The Conversation, Or Makes Himself The Subject Of His Discourse, Or Pays No Regard To The Company He Is In.

The Comfort Derived From The Misery Of Others Is Slight.