He That Pines With Hunger,

Beauty, Without Kindness, Dies Unenjoyed And Undelighting.

Babies Do Not Want To Hear About Babies; They Like To Be Told Of Giants And Castles.

The Usual Fortune Of Complaint Is To Excite Contempt More Than Pity.

Surely Nothing Is More Reproachful To A Being Endowed With Reason, Than To Resign Its Powers To The Influence Of The Air, And Live In Dependence On The Weather And The Wind, For The Only Blessings Which Nature Has Put Into Our Power, Tranquillity And Benevolence. To Look Up To The Sky For The Nutriment Of Our Bodies, Is The Condition Of Nature; To Call Upon The Sun For Peace And Gaiety, Or Deprecate The Clouds Lest Sorrow Should Overwhelm Us, Is The Cowardice Of Idleness, And The Idolatry Of Folly.

The Equity Of Providence Has Balanced Peculiar Sufferings With Peculiar Enjoyments.