Nations And Men Are Only

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

People Will Not Bear It When Advice Is Violently Given, Even If It Is Well Founded. Hearts Are Flowers; They Remain Open To The Softly Falling Dew, But Shut Up In The Violent Downpour Of Rain.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.