If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had their deadliest foe in their own breast, and their whole happiness would be reduced to mere seeming.
Metastasio.
301.
There are many who talk on from ignorance rather than from knowledge, and who find the former an inexhaustible fund of conversation.
Hazlitt.
302.
Whoever brings cheerfulness to his work, and is ever active, dashes through the world’s labours.
Tieck.
303.
Grossness is not difficult to define: it is obtrusive and objectionable pleasantry.