There Never Was A Great Soul That

For Every Man's Nature Is Concealed With Many Folds Of Disguise, And Covered As It Were With Various Veils. His Brows, His Eyes, And Very Often His Countenance, Are Deceitful, And His Speech Is Most Commonly A Lie.

More Is Lost By Indecision Than Wrong Decision. Indecision Is The Thief Of Opportunity. It Will Steal You Blind.

As Fire When Thrown Into Water Is Cooled Down And Put Out, So Also A False Accusation When Brought Against A Man Of The Purest And Holiest Character, Boils Over And Is At Once Dissipated, And Vanishes.

O Tempora! O Mores! O What Times (are These)! What Morals!

It Is Difficult To Persuade Mankind That The Love Of Virtue Is The Love Of Themselves.