A Man Who Contemplates Revenge

The Worst Solitude Is To Have No Real Friendships.

Beauty Itself Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite.

Praise Is The Reflection Of Virtue.

The Person Is A Poor Judge Who By An Action Can Be Disgraced More In Failing Than They Can Be Honored In Succeeding.

But We May Go Further, And Affirm Most Truly, That It Is A Mere And Miserable Solitude To Want True Friends; Without Which The World Is But A Wilderness.