Old Age Is By Nature Rather Talkative.

Nothing Is More Noble, Nothing More Venerable Than Fidelity. Faithfulness And Truth Are The Most Sacred Excellences And Endowments Of The Human Mind.

I Have Never Yet Known A Poet Who Did Not Think Himself Super-excellent.

Every Stage Of Human Life, Except The Last, Is Marked Out By Certain And Defined Limits; Old Age Alone Has No Precise And Determinate Boundary.

Favours Out Of Place I Regard As Positive Injuries.

Confidence Is That Feeling By Which The Mind Embarks In Great And Honorable Courses With A Sure Hope And Trust In Itself.