To See Him Act Is Like Reading

As A Man Without Forethought Scarcely Deserves The Name Of A Man, So Forethought Without Reflection Is But A Metaphorical Phrase For The Instinct Of A Beast.

We Ne'er Can Be Made Happy By Compulsion.

The Faults Of Great Authors Are Generally Excellences Carried To An Excess.

Work Without Hope Draws Nectar In A Sieve, And Hope Without An Object Cannot Live.

The Happiness Of Life Is Made Up Of Minute Fractions.