Gentleness Is The Outgrowth Of

Subduing And Subdued, The Petty Strife, Which Clouds The Colour Of Domestic Life; The Sober Comfort, All The Peace Which Springs From The Large Aggregate Of Little Things; On These Small Cares Of Daughter, Wife Or Friend, The Almost Sacred Joys Of Home Depend.

Absence In Love Is Like Water Upon Fire; A Little Quickens, But Much Extinguishes It.

Idleness Among Children, As Among Men, Is The Root Of All Evil, And Leads To No Other Evil More Certain Than Ill Temper.

After All That Corrupt Poets, And More Corrupt Philosophers, Have Told Us Of The Blandishments Of Pleasure, And Of Its Tendency To Soften The Temper And Humanize The Affections, It Is Certain, That Nothing Hardens The Heart Like Excessive And Unbounded Luxury; And He Who Refuses The Fewest Gratifications To His Own Voluptuousness, Will Generally Be Found The Least Susceptible Of Tenderness For The Wants Of Others.

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.