Try And Forget Our Cares

In A Man's Letters You Know, Madam, His Soul Lies Naked, His Letters Are Only The Mirrour Of His Breast.

Shame Arises From The Fear Of Men, Conscience From The Fear Of God.

If One Was To Think Constantly Of Death, The Business Of Life Would Stand Still

Each Person's Work Is Always A Portrait Of Himself.

How Can Children Credit The Assertions Of Parents, Which Their Own Eyes Show Them To Be False? Few Parents Act In Such A Manner As Much To Enforce Their Maxims By The Credit Of Their Lives