None Can Be Tyrants But Cowards.

The Soul Debases Her Self, When She Sets Her Affections On Any Thing But Her Creator.

The Relation We Bear To The Wisdom Of The Father, The Son Of His Love, Gives Us Indeed A Dignity Which Otherwise We Have No Pretence To. It Makes Us Something, Something Considerable Even In God's Eyes.

Friendship Is A Virtue Which Comprehends All The Rest; None Being Fit For This, Who Is Not Adorned With Every Other Virtue.

Every One Knows, That The Mind Will Not Be Kept From Contemplating What It Loves In The Midst Of Crowds And Business. Hence Come Those Frequent Absences, So Observable In Conversation; For Whilst The Body Is Confined To Present Company, The Mind Is Flown To That Which It Delights In.

Every Body Has So Good An Opinion Of Their Own Understanding As To Think Their Own Way The Best.