The Loss Of Taste For What Is

Loudness Is Impotence.

There Are No Friends More Inseparable Than Pride And Hardness Of Heart, Humility And Love, Falsehood And Impudence.

How Few Our Real Wants, And How Vast Our Imaginary Ones!

You May Tell A Man Thou Art A Fiend, But Not Your Nose Wants Blowing; To Him Alone Who Can Bear A Thing Of That Kind, You May Tell All.

The Policy Of Adapting One's Self To Circumstances Makes All Ways Smooth.