Habit Is, As It Were, A Second

A Life Of Peace, Purity And Refinement Leads To A Calm And Untroubled Old Age.

Nothing Stands Out So Conspicuously, Or Remains So Firmly Fixed In The Memory, As Something Which You Have Blundered.

A Letter Does Not Blush.

For No Phase Of Life, Whether Public Or Private, Whether In Business Or In The Home, Whether One Is Working On What Concerns Oneself Alone Or Dealing With Another, Can Be Without Its Moral Duty; On The Discharge Of Such Duties Depends All That Is Morally Right, And On Their Neglect All That Is Morally Wrong In Life.

When War Is Raging The Laws Are Dumb.