Love Is Not In Our Choice But

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.