You Despise A Man For

This Was A Good Dinner Enough, To Be Sure, But It Was Not A Dinner To Ask A Man To.

It Very Seldom Happens To A Man That His Business Is His Pleasure.

The Great End Of Prudence Is To Give Cheerfulness To Those Hours Which Splendour Cannot Gild, And Acclamation Cannot Exhilarate; Those Soft Intervals Of Unbended Amusement, In Which A Man Shrinks To His Natural Dimensions, And Throws Aside The Ornaments Or Disguises Which He Feels In Privacy To Be Useless Incumbrances, And To Lose All Effect When They Become Familiar. To Be Happy At Home Is The Ultimate Result Of All Ambition, The End To Which Every Enterprise And Labour Tends, And Of Which Every Desire Prompts The Prosecution.

A Blade Of Grass Is Always A Blade Of Grass, Whether In One Country Or Another.

Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.