I Recover My Property Wherever

Solitude Terrifies The Soul At Twenty.

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.

The Trees That Are Slow To Grow Bear The Best Fruit.

Reasoning Is The Pastime Of My Whole Household, And All This Reasoning Has Driven Out Reason.

I Have The Fault Of Being A Little More Sincere Than Is Proper.