It Is Not Death, It Is Dying

The Worst Of My Actions Or Conditions Seem Not So Ugly Unto Me As I Find It Both Ugly And Base Not To Dare To Avouch For Them.

We Easily Enough Confess In Others An Advantage Of Courage, Strength, Experience, Activity, And Beauty; But An Advantage In Judgment We Yield To None.

A Hair Shirt Does Not Always Render Those Chaste Who Wear It.

Greatness Of Soul Consists Not So Much In Soaring High And In Pressing Forward, As In Knowing How To Adapt And Limit Oneself.

What Kind Of Truth Is This Which Is True On One Side Of A Mountain And False On The Other?