Friendship Closes Its Eye Rather Than See

Happy The Boy Whose Mother Is Tired Of Talking Nonsense To Him Before He Is Old Enough To Know The Sense Of It.

Crimes Sometimes Shock Us Too Much; Vices Almost Always Too Little.

Never Put Much Confidence In Such As Put No Confidence In Others.

The Intellect Of The Wise Is Like Glass; It Admits The Light Of Heaven And Reflects It.

It Is Well For Us That We Are Born Babies In Intellect. Could We Understand Half What Mothers Say And Do To Their Infants, We Should Be Filled With A Conceit Of Our Own Importance, Which Would Render Us Insupportable Through Life.