Life Protracted Is Protracted Woe.

Authors And Lovers Always Suffer Some Infatuation, From Which Only Absence Can Set Them Free.

We Have Always Pretensions To Fame Which, In Our Own Hearts, We Know To Be Disputable.

Since Every Man Is Obliged To Promote Happiness And Virtue, He Should Be Careful Not To Mislead Unwary Minds, By Appearing To Set Too High A Value Upon Things By Which No Real Excellence Is Conferred.

We Seldom Require More To The Happiness Of The Present Hour Than To Surpass Him That Stands Next Before Us.

No Man Was Ever Great By Imitation.