Ambition, In One Respect, Is Like A

Many Children, Many Cares; No Children, No Felicity.

Youth Is Too Tumultuous For Felicity; Old Age Too Insecure For Happiness. The Period Most Favorable To Enjoyment, In A Vigorous, Fortunate, And Generous Life, Is That Between Forty And Sixty.

An Ambition To Excel In Petty Things Obstructs The Progress To Nobler Aims.

A Mother's Love Is Indeed The Golden Link That Binds Youth To Age; And He Is Still But A Child, However Time May Have Furrowed His Cheek, Or Silvered His Brow, Who Can Yet Recall, With A Softened Heart, The Fond Devotion, Or The Gentle Chidings, Of The Best Friend That God Gives Us.

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.