He Is Safe Who Admits No One

Only The Great Can Afford To Have Great Defects.

It Is Almost Always A Fault Of One Who Loves Not To Realize When He Ceases To Be Loved.

In The Human Heart One Generation Of Passions Follows Another; From The Ashes Of One Springs The Spark Of The Next.

Our Merit Gains Us The Esteem Of The Virtuous-our Star That Of The Public.

The Health Of The Soul Is Something We Can Be No More Sure Of Than That Of The Body; And Though A Man May Seem Far From The Passions, Yet He Is In As Much Danger Of Falling Into Them As One In A Perfect State Of Health Of Having A Fit Of Sickness.