Envy Is Littleness Of Soul.

To Expect An Author To Talk As He Writes Is Ridiculous; Or Even If He Did You Would Find Fault With Him As A Pedant.

Those Only Deserve A Monument Who Do Not Need One.

No Act Terminating In Itself Constitutes Greatness.

Those Who Have The Largest Hearts Have The Soundest Understandings; And They Are The Truest Philosophers Who Can Forget Themselves.

The Discussing The Characters And Foibles Of Common Friends Is A Great Sweetness And Cement Of Friendship.