None Are Fit Judges Of

Happiness Is Not Perfected Until It Is Shared.

The Fruition Of What Is Unlawful Must Be Followed By Remorse. The Core Sticks In The Throat After The Apple Is Eaten, And The Sated Appetite Loathes The Interdicted Pleasure For Which Innocence Was Bartered.

Self-love Leads Men Of Narrow Minds To Measure All Mankind By Their Own Capacity.

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.

Virtue Is Despotic; Life, Reputation, Every Earthly Good, Must Be Surrendered At Her Voice. The Law May Seem Hard, But It Is The Guardian Of What It Commands; And Is The Only Sure Defence Of Happiness.