If Nature Does Not Ratify

As The Grace Of Man Is In The Mind, So The Beauty Of The Mind Is Eloquence.

Everyone Cleaves To The Doctrine He Has Happened Upon, As To A Rock Against Which He Has Been Thrown By Tempest.

For No Phase Of Life, Whether Public Or Private, Whether In Business Or In The Home, Whether One Is Working On What Concerns Oneself Alone Or Dealing With Another, Can Be Without Its Moral Duty; On The Discharge Of Such Duties Depends All That Is Morally Right, And On Their Neglect All That Is Morally Wrong In Life.

A Man Would Have No Pleasures In Discovering All The Beauties Of The Universe, Even In Heaven Itself, Unless He Had A Partner To Whom He Might Communicate His Joys.

An Army Abroad Is Of Little Use Unless There Are Prudent Counsels At Home. [lat., Parvi Enim Sunt Foris Arma, Nisi Est Consilium Domi.]