It Is Not My Words

In Order To Be Happy, Think Of The Ills You Have Been Spared.

Pleasures Are Always Children, Pains Always Have Wrinkles.

All Gardeners Live In Beautiful Places Because They Make Them So.

Religion Must Be Loved As A Kind Of Country And Nursing-mother. It Was Religion That Nourished Our Virtues, That Showed Us Heaven, That Taught Us To Walk In The Path Of Duty.

I Would Fain Coin Wisdom,—mould It, I Mean, Into Maxims, Proverbs, Sentences, That Can Easily Be Retained And Transmitted. Would That I Could Denounce And Banish From The Language Of Men—as Base Money—the Words By Which They Cheat And Are Cheated!