The Blackest Ink Of Fate

Beauty May Be The Object Of Liking--great Qualities Of Admiration--good Ones Of Esteem--but Love Only Is The Object Of Love.

Domestic Happiness Is The End Of Almost All Our Pursuits, And The Common Reward Of All Our Pains. When Men Find Themselves Forever Barred From This Delightful Fruition, They Are Lost To All Industry, And Grow Careless Of All Their Worldly Affairs. Thus They Become Bad Subjects, Bad Relations, Bad Friends, And Bad Men.

A Rich Man Without Charity Is A Rogue; And Perhaps It Would Be No Difficult Matter To Prove That He Is Also A Fool.

Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In Great Souls, Emulation.

All Nature Wears One Universal Grin.