Brutes Leave Ingratitude To Man.

A Hug Is Worth A Thousand Words.

I'm Aiming By The Time I'm Fifty To Stop Being An Adolescent.

The Mob Is A Monster, With The Hands Of Briareus, But The Head Of Polyphemus,--strong To Execute, But Blind To Perceive.

We Should Have All Our Communications With Men, As In The Presence Of God; And With God, As In The Presence Of Men.

When We Live Habitually With The Wicked, We Become Necessarily Either Their Victim Or Their Disciple; When We Associate, On The Contrary, With Virtuous Men, We Form Ourselves In Imitation Of Their Virtues, Or, At Least, Lose Every Day Something Of Our Faults.