The Worst Of All Knaves

You May Tell A Man Thou Art A Fiend, But Not Your Nose Wants Blowing; To Him Alone Who Can Bear A Thing Of That Kind, You May Tell All.

In The Society Of Ladies, Want Of Sense Is Not So Unpardonable As Want Of Manners.

Let The Degree Of Egotism Be The Measure Of Confidence.

He Who Seldom Speaks, And With One Calm Well-timed Word Can Strike Dumb The Loquacious, Is A Genius Or A Hero.

Strange That Cowards Cannot See That Their Greatest Safety Lies In Dauntless Courage.