The Happiest Part Of A Man's Life

Nothing Is More Common Than Mutual Dislike, Where Mutual Approbation Is Particularly Expected.

Piety Practiced In Solitude, Like The Flower That Blooms In The Desert, May Give Its Fragrance To The Winds Of Heaven, And Delight Those Unbodied Spirits That Survey The Works Of God And The Actions Of Men; But It Bestows No Assistance Upon Earthly Beings, And However Free From Taints Of Impurity, Yet Wants The Sacred Splendor Of Beneficence.

At Seventy-seven It Is Time To Be In Earnest.

A Contempt Of The Monuments And The Wisdom Of The Past, May Be Justly Reckoned One Of The Reigning Follies Of These Days, To Which Pride And Idleness Have Equally Contributed.

Life Is A Pill Which None Of Us Can Bear To Swallow Without Gilding.