Never Give Up Listening To The Sounds

I Discover That My Friends Think Only Of My Apparel, And Those Upon Whom I Have Conferred Acts Of Kindness Prefer To Remind Me Of My Errors.

If Only The Bird With The Loveliest Song Sang, The Forest Would Be A Lonely Place.

Great Men Show Politeness In A Particular Way; A Smile Suffices To Assure You That You Are Welcome, And Keep About Their Avocations As If You Were A Member Of The Family.

In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would Wrench Myself From The Persons Around Me And Retire To Some Secluded Part Of Our Noble Forests.

Poor France, Thy Fine Climate, Rich Vineyards, And The Wishes Of The Learned Avail Nothing; Thou Art A Destitute Beggar, And Not The Powerful Friend Thou Wert Represented To Me.