Let Me Rejoice In The Light Which

The Most Fatal Disease Of Friendship Is Gradual Decay.

No Man Likes To Live Under The Eye Of Perpetual Disapprobation.

But Though It Cannot Be Reasonable Not To Gain Happiness For Fear Of Losing It, Yet It Must Be Confessed, That In Proportion To The Pleasure Of Possession, Will Be For Some Time Our Sorrow For The Loss.

The Perfect Day For Quitting Is Not Real. It Will Never Come, So Might As Well Start Today

That There Is Something In Advice Very Useful And Salutary, Seems To Be Equally Confessed On All Hands; Since Even Those That Reject It, Allow For The Most Part That Rejection To Be Wrong, But Charge The Fault Upon The Unskilful Manner In Which It Is Given; They Admit The Efficacy Of The Medicine, But Abhor The Nauseousness Of The Vehicle.