While We Desire, We Do Not Enjoy;

We Grow Tired Of Ourselves, Much More Of Other People.

Conceit Is Vanity Driven From All Other Shifts, And Forced To Appeal To Itself For Admiration.

Familiarity Confounds All Traits Of Distinction; Interest And Prejudice Take Away The Power Of Judging.

What Is Popular Is Not Necessarily Vulgar; And That Which We Try To Rescue From Fatal Obscurity Had In General Much Better Remain Where It Is.

Good Temper Is One Of The Great Preservers Of The Features.