In Anger Nothing Right Nor Judicious Can

The More Peculiarly His Own A Man's Character Is, The Better It Fits Him.

We Were Born To Unite With Our Fellow Men, And To Join In Community With The Human Race.

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

Our Character Is Not So Much The Product Of Race And Heredity As Of Those Circumstances By Which Nature Forms Our Habits, By Which We Are Nurtured And Live.

Times Are Bad. Children No Longer Obey Their Parents, And Everyone Is Writing A Book.