Many Are Those Who Can Argue; Few

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly, Nor Need We But Love Them Devotedly To Become Members Of An Immortal Fraternity, Superior To Accident Or Change.

Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

What Higher Praise Can We Bestow On Any One Than To Say Of Him That He Harbors Another's Prejudices With A Hospitality So Cordial As To Give Him, For The Time, The Sympathy Next Best To, If Indeed It Be Not Edification In, Charity Itself. For What Disturbs More And Distracts Mankind Than The Uncivil Manners That Cleave Man From Man?

Dignity Of Manner Always Conveys A Sense Of Reserved Force.