The First Years Of Man

I Am Not Yet So Lost In Lexicography, As To Forget That Words Are The Daughters Of The Earth, And That Things Are The Sons Of Heaven. Language Is Only The Instrument Of Science, And Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas: I Wish, However, That The Instrument Might Be Less Apt To Decay, And That Signs Might Be Permanent, Like The Things Which They Denote.

Never Speak Of A Man In His Own Presence. It Is Always Indelicate, And May Be Offensive .

Do Not ... Hope Wholly To Reason Away Your Troubles; Do Not Feed Them With Attention, And They Will Die Imperceptibly Away. Fix Your Thoughts Upon Your Business, Fill Your Intervals With Company, And Sunshine Will Again Break In Upon Your Mind.

How Few Of His Friends' Houses Would A Man Choose To Be At When He Is Sick.

The Cure For The Greatest Part Of Human Miseries Is Not Radical, But Palliative.