Servitude Debases Men To The Point Where

Men Crowd Into Honorable Careers Without Other Vocation Than Their Vanity, Or At Best Their Love Of Fame.

No One Likes To Be Pitied For His Faults.

The Counsels Of The Old, Like The Winter Sun, Shine, But Give No Heat.

And Where, On Earth, Dwell Hope And Truth? In Childhood's Uncorrupted Heart; Alas! Too Soon To Guileless Youth The World Doth Its Dark Code Impart!

If Our Friends Do Us A Service, We Think They Owe It To Us By Their Title Of Friend. We Never Think That They Do Not Owe Us Their Friendship.