Beauty, Without Kindness, Dies Unenjoyed

The Mind Is Never Satisfied With The Objects Immediately Before It, But Is Always Breaking Away From The Present Moment, And Losing Itself In Schemes Of Future Felicity... The Natural Flights Of The Human Mind Are Not From Pleasure To Pleasure, But From Hope To Hope.

He Is No Wise Man Who Will Quit A Certainty For An Uncertainty.

Tediousness Is The Most Fatal Of All Faults.

It Is However, Reasonable, To Have Perfection In Our Eye; That We May Always Advance Towards It, Though We Know It Never Can Be Reached.

When Desperate Ills Demand A Speedy Cure, Distrust Is Cowardice, And Prudence Folly.