Show Me The Man Who

Surely, If We Considered Detraction To Be Bred Of Envy, Nested Only In Deficient Minds, We Should Find That The Applauding Of Virtue Would Win Us Far More Honor Than The Seeking Slyly To Disparage It. That Would Show We Loved What We Commended, While This Tells The World We Grudge At What We Want In Ourselves.

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

For Converse Among Men, Beautiful Persons Have Less Need Of The Mind's Commending Qualities. Beauty In Itself Is Such A Silent Orator, That It Is Ever Pleading For Respect And Liking, And By The Eyes Of Others Is Ever Sending, To Their Hearts For Love.

The Greatest Results In Life Are Usually Attained By Common Sense And Perseverance.