Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

Has It Never Occurred To Us, When Surrounded By Sorrows, That They May Be Sent To Us Only For Our Instruction, As We Darken The Eyes Of Birds When We Wish Them To Sing?