Self-respect Is The Best Of

Theories Are Always Very Thin And Insubstantial, Experience Only Is Tangible.

There Is Nothing That Needs To Be Said In An Unkind Manner.

The Cloudy Weather Melts At Length Into Beauty, And The Brightest Smiles Of The Heart Are Born Of Its Tears.

I Have Somewhere Read That Conscience Not Only Sits As Witness And Judge Within Our Bosoms, But Also Forms The Prison Of Punishment.

There Is No Such Thing As "best" In The World Of Individuals.