If A Person Has No Delicacy, He

There Is A Feeling Of Eternity In Youth Which Makes Us Amends For Everything. To Be Young Is To Be As One Of The Immortals.

The Way To Procure Insults Is To Submit To Them. A Man Meets With No More Respect Than He Exacts.

Our Friends Are Generally Ready To Do Everything For Us, Except The Very Thing We Wish Them To Do.

The Book-worm Wraps Himself Up In His Web Of Verbal Generalities, And Sees Only The Glimmering Shadows Of Things Reflected From The Minds Of Others.

Our Notions With Respect To The Importance Of Life, And Our Attachment To It, Depend On A Principle Which Has Very Little To Do With Its Happiness Or Its Misery. The Love Of Life Is, In General, The Effect Not Of Our Enjoyments, But Of Our Passions.