There Are Single Thoughts That

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

We Do Not Do Well Except When We Know Where The Best Is And When We Are Assured That We Have Touched It And Hold Its Power Within Us.

Genius Begins Beautiful Works, But Only Labor Finishes Them.

Remorse Is The Punishment Of Crime; Repentance, Its Expiation. The Former Appertains To A Tormented Conscience; The Latter To A Soul Changed For The Better.

Without Duty, Life Is Soft And Boneless.