And We Meet, With Champagne And A

While Conscience Is Our Friend, All Is At Peace; However Once It Is Offended, Farewell To A Tranquil Mind.

I Regard Almost All Quarrels Of Princes On The Same Footing, And I See Nothing That Marks Man's Unreason So Positively As War. Indeed, What Folly To Kill One Another For Interests Often Imaginary, And Always For The Pleasure Of Persons Who Do Not Think Themselves Even Obliged To Those Who Sacrifice Themselves For Them!

Writers Of Novels And Romance In General Bring A Double Loss To Their Readers; Robbing Them Of Their Time And Money; Representing Men, Manners, And Things, That Never Have Been, Or Are Likely To Be.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.