Too Much Society Makes A Man Frivolous;

The Extent Of Poverty In The World Is Much Exaggerated. Our Sensitiveness Makes Half Our Poverty; Our Fears--anxieties For Ills That Never Happen--a Greater Part Of The Other Half.

Ambition, In One Respect, Is Like A Singer's Voice; Pitched At Too High A Key, It Breaks And Comes To Nothing.

Neither Love Nor Ambition, As It Has Often Been Shown, Can Brook A Division Of Its Empire In The Heart.

In Secluding Himself Too Much From Society, An Author Is In Danger Of Losing That Intimate Acquaintance With Life Which Is The Only Sure Foundation Of Power In A Writer.

There Are Some Kinds Of Men Who Cannot Pass Their Time Alone; They Are The Flails Of Occupied People.(bonald, M.} There Are Few Wild Beasts More To Be Dreaded Than A Communicative Man Having Nothing To Communicate.