Ability Without Honor Is Useless.

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

To Stumble Twice Against The Same Stone, Is A Proverbial Disgrace. [lat., Culpa Enim Illa, Bis Ad Eundem, Vulgari Reprehensa Proverbio Est.]

I Am Of Opinion That There Is Nothing So Beautiful But That There Is Something Still More Beautiful, Of Which This Is The Mere Image And Expression,--a Something Which Can Neither Be Perceived By The Eyes, The Ears, Nor Any Of The Senses; We Comprehend It Merely In The Imagination.

A Happy Life Consists In Tranquility Of Mind.

As I Breathe, I Hope.