Men Give Away Nothing So Liberally As

Repentance Is Not So Much Remorse For What We Have Done As The Fear Of The Consequences.

Everyone Complains Of His Memory, And Nobody Complains Of His Judgment.

The Temperament That Produces A Talent For Little Things Is The Opposite Of That Required For Great Ones.

One May Outwit Another, But Not All The Others.

We Confess To Little Faults Only To Persuade Ourselves We Have No Great Ones.