True Wit, To Every Man, Is That

Life Is But Sighs; And, When They Cease, 'tis Over.

In The Hours Of Distress And Misery, The Eyes Of Every Mortal Turn To Friendship; In The Hours Of Gladness And Conviviality, What Is Our Want? It Is Friendship. When The Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Or With Any Other Sweet Or Sacred Sentiment, What Is The Word To Which It Would Give Utterance? A Friend.

An Ingenuous Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof. If You Reject It You Are Unhappy, If You Accept It You Are Undone.

The Highest Price We Can Pay For Anything; Is To Ask It.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.