Nothing Could Be More Pleasant

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.

What Is Stronger In Us — Passion Or Habit? Or Are All The Violent Impulses, All The Whirl Of Our Desires And Turbulent Passions, Only The Consequence Of Our Ardent Age, And Is It Only Through Youth That They Seem Deep And Shattering?

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

Man Is Such A Wondrous Being That It Is Never Possible To Count Up All His Merits At Once. The More You Study Him, The More New Particulars Appear, And Their Description Would Be Endless.

How Much Savage Coarseness Is Concealed In Refined, Cultivated Manners.