In My Early Years I Read Very

Self-love Is Often Rather Arrogant Than Blind; It Does Not Hide Our Faults From Ourselves, But Persuades Us That They Escape The Notice Of Others.

Players, Sir! I Look On Them As No Better Than Creatures Set Upon Tables And Joint Stools To Make Faces And Produce Laughter, Like Dancing Dogs.

Life Admits Not Of Delays; When Pleasure Can Be Had, It Is Fit To Catch It. Every Hour Takes Away Part Of The Things That Please Us, And Perhaps Part Of Our Disposition To Be Pleased.

There Seems To Be A Strange Affectation In Authors Of Appearing To Have Done Everything By Chance.

When Once The Forms Of Civility Are Violated, There Remains Little Hope Of Return To Kindness Or Decency.