Adversity is the first path to Truth.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind: I will not descend to a world I despise.

Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

Be warm, but pure; be amorous, but be chaste.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, Is much more common where the climate's sultry.

The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.

A man must serve his time to every trade Save Censure-Critics all are ready made.

As soon Seek roses in December-ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff, Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in Critics.