Wit Is The Salt Of Conversation, Not

No Young Man Ever Thinks He Shall Die.

True Friendship Is Self-love At Second-hand.

Love Turns, With A Little Indulgence, To Indifference Or Disgust; Hatred Alone Is Immortal.

A Lively Blockhead In Company Is A Public Benefit. Silence Or Dulness By The Side Of Folly Looks Like Wisdom.

We Can Scarcely Hate Anyone That We Know.