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Every Happiness Is A Hostage To Fortune.

There Is An Honesty Which Is But Decided Selfishness In Disguise. The Person Who Will Not Refrain From Expressing His Or Her Sentiments And Manifesting His Or Her Feelings, However Unfit The Time, However Inappropriate The Place, However Painful This Expression May Be, Lays Claim, Forsooth, To Our Approbation As An Honest Person, And Sneers At Those Of Finer Sensibilities As Hypocrites.

No Man Who Has Not Sat In The Assemblies Of Men Can Know The Light, Odd And Uncertain Ways In Which Decisions Are Often Arrived At.

Almost All Human Affairs Are Tedious. Everything Is Too Long. Visits, Dinners, Concerts, Plays, Speeches, Pleadings, Essays, Sermons, Are Too Long. Pleasure And Business Labor Equally Under This Defect, Or, As I Should Rather Say, This Fatal Super-abundance.

Infinite Toil Would Not Enable You To Sweep Away A Mist; But By Ascending A Little You May Often Look Over It Altogether.