Men Are Like Wine,--not Good

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.

There Is No Detraction Worse Than To Overpraise A Man, For If His Worth Proves Short Of What Report Doth Speak Of Him, His Own Actions Are Ever Giving The Lie To His Honor.

The Boundary Of Man Is Moderation. When Once We Pass That Pale Our Guardian Angel Quits His Charge Of Us.

Where There Is Plenty, Charity Is A Duty, Not A Courtesy

Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A River, To Which We Cannot Get But By Rowing Against The Stream.