The Character Of False Wit Is That

The Conscience Of The Dying Belies Their Life.

There Does Not Exist A Man Sufficiently Intelligent Never To Be Tiresome.

Some Of Us Would Be Greatly Astonished To Learn The Reasons Why Others Respect Us.

We Are Less Hurt By The Contempt Of Fools Than By The Lukewarm Approval Of Men Of Intelligence.

Vice Stirs Up War, Virtue Fights.