From The Moment Fear Begins I Have

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

Where There Is Much Freedom There Is Much Error.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.