I Am Persuaded That There Is No

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

We Have Employments Assigned To Us For Every Circumstance In Life. When We Are Alone, We Have Our Thoughts To Watch; In The Family, Our Tempers; And In Company, Our Tongues.

Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To Forget How Many There Are Who Want Every Thing.

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.