At Seventy-seven It Is Time

The Present Time Is Seldom Able To Fill Desire Or Imagination With Immediate Enjoyment, And We Are Forced To Supply Its Deficiencies By Recollection Or Anticipation.

A Woman Of Fortune Being Used The Handling Of Money, Spends It Judiciously; But A Woman Who Gets The Command Of Money For The First Time Upon Her Marriage, Has Such A Gust In Spending It, That She Throws It Away With Great Profusion.

As Peace Is The End Of War, So To Be Idle Is The Ultimate Purpose Of The Busy.

The Worst Evils Are Those That Never Arrive.

To Prevent Evil Is The Great End Of Government, The End For Which Vigilance And Severity Are Properly Employed.