Falsehood Is A Perennial Spring.

Prejudice Renders A Man's Virtue His Habit, And A Series Of Unconnected Arts. Though Just Prejudice, His Duty Becomes A Part Of His Nature.

Futurity Is The Great Concern Of Mankind.

We Must Soften Into A Credulity Below The Milkiness Of Infancy To Think All Men Virtuous. We Must Be Tainted With A Malignity Truly Diabolical, To Believe All The World To Be Equally Wicked And Corrupt.

The Concessions Of The Weak Are The Concessions Of Fear.

Not Men But Measures A Sort Of Charm By Which Many People Get Loose From Every Honorable Engagement.