Books Are Embalmed Minds.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

Whether One Talks Well Depends Very Much Upon Whom He Has To Talk To.

The Small Courtesies Sweeten Life; The Greater Ennoble It.

Tears Are Nature's Lotion For The Eyes. The Eyes See Better For Being Washed By Them.

Resentments, Carried Too Far, Expose Us To A Fate Analogous To That Of The Fish-hawk, When He Strikes His Talons Too Deep Into A Fish Beyond His Capacity To Lift, And Is Carried Under And Drowned By It.