Love Never Reasons, But Profusely

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

Sow An Action, Reap A Habit.

Genius Without Religion Is Only A Lamp On The Outer Gate Of A Palace; It May Serve To Cast A Gleam Of Light On Those That Are Without, While The Inhabitant Sits In Darkness.

No Adulation; 'tis The Death Of Virtue; Who Flatters, Is Of All Mankind The Lowest Save He Who Courts The Flattery.

A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.