Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.