Friendship Is Love Without Its Flowers Or

Nothing Good Bursts Forth All At Once. The Lightning May Dart Out Of A Black Cloud; But The Day Sends His Bright Heralds Before Him, To Prepare The World For His Coming.

It Is A Proof Of Our Natural Bias To Evil, That Gain Is Slower And Harder Than Loss In All Things Good; But In All Things Bad Getting Is Quicker And Easier Than Getting Rid Of.

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

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

The Ancients Dreaded Death: The Christian Can Only Fear Dying.