Always made the best of the best, and never made bad worse American Colonies Be neither transported nor depressed by the accidents of life Doing, 'de bonne grace', what you could not help doing EVERY DAY IS STILL BUT AS THE FIRST Everything has a better and a worse side Extremely weary of this silly world Gainer by your misfortune I, who am not apt to know anything that I do not know Intrinsic, and not their imaginary value My own health varies, as usual, but never deviates into good National honor and interest have been sacrificed to private Neither abilities or words enough to call a coach Neither know nor care, (when I die) for I am very weary Never saw a froward child mended by whipping Never to trust implicitly to the informations of others Not make their want still worse by grieving and regretting them Not tumble, but slide gently to the bottom of the hill of life Nothing much worth either desiring or fearing Often necessary to seem ignorant of what one knows Only solid and lasting peace, between a man and his wife Oysters, are only in season in the R months Patience is the only way not to make bad worse Recommends self-conversation to all authors Return you the ball 'a la volee' Settled here for good, as it is called Stamp-duty, which our Colonists absolutely refuse to pay Thinks himself much worse than he is To seem to have forgotten what one remembers We shall be feared, if we do not show that we fear Whatever one must do, one should do 'de bonne grace' Who takes warning by the fate of others? Women are all so far Machiavelians LETTERS TO HIS SON, 1766-71 [LC#10][lc10sxxx.xxx]3360 All I desire for my own burial is not to be buried alive; but how or where, I think must be entirely indifferent to every rational creature. Get what I can, if I cannot get what I will. There must have been some very grave and important reasons for so extraordinary a measure: but what they were I do not pretend to guess; and perhaps I shall never know, though all the coffeehouses here do. I am neither well nor ill, but UNWELL. Those who wish him the best, as I do, must wish him dead. I would have all intoleration intolerated in its turn. Anxiety for my health and life Borough-jobber I shall never know, though all the coffeehouses here do. Read my eyes out every day, that I may not hang myself Stamp-act has proved a most pernicious measure Water-drinkers can write nothing good Would not tell what she did not know THE ENTIRE PG EDITION OF CHESTERFIELD [LC#11][lcewkxxx.xxx]3261