Words Are The Wings Of

Superstition Always Inspires Littleness, Religion Grandeur Of Mind; The Superstitious Raises Beings Inferior To Himself To Deities.

God Protects Those He Loves From Worthless Reading.

In The Society Of Ladies, Want Of Sense Is Not So Unpardonable As Want Of Manners.

As Your Enemies And Your Friends, So Are You

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.