We Forgive Just So Long As We

Our Merit Gains Us The Esteem Of The Virtuous-our Star That Of The Public.

If It Were Not For The Company Of Fools, A Witty Man Would Often Be Greatly At A Loss.

The Tranquility Or Agitation Of Our Temper Does Not Depend So Much On The Big Things Which Happen To Us In Life, As On The Pleasant Or Unpleasant Arrangements Of The Little Things Which Happen Daily.

Those Who Are Condemned To Death Affect Sometimes A Constancy And Contempt For Death Which Is Only The Fear Of Facing It; So That One May Say That This Constancy And Contempt Are To Their Mind What The Bandage Is To Their Eyes.

Youth Is A Continual Intoxication; It Is The Fever Of Reason.