A Dull Ax Never Loves

Love Is The Medicine Of All Moral Evil. By It The World Is To Be Cured Of Sin.

Some Men Are, In Regard To Ridicule, Like Tin-roofed Buildings In Regard To Hail: All That Hits Them Bounds Rattling Off; Not A Stone Goes Through.

Learning, To Be Of Much Use, Must Have A Tendency To Spread Itself Among The Common People.

Flattery Is Praise Insincerely Given For An Interested Purpose.

Man Is That Name Of Power Which Rises Above Them All, And Gives To Every One The Right To Be That Which God Meant He Should Be.