The Gallantry Of The Mind

There Are Few Things We Should Keenly Desire If We Really Knew What We Wanted.

There Is No Accident So Unfortunate But Wise Men Will Make Some Advantage Of It, Nor Any So Entirely Fortunate But Fools May Turn It To Their Own Prejudice.

The Love Of New Acquaintance Comes Not So Much From Being Weary Of What We Had Before, Or From Any Satisfaction There Is In Change, As From The Distaste We Feel In Being Too Little Admired By Those That Know Us Too Well, And The Hope Of Being More Admired By Those That Know Us Less.

There Are Crimes Which Become Innocent And Even Glorious Through Their Splendor, Number And Excess.

Our Actions Are Like The Terminations Of Verses, Which We Rhyme As We Please.