Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

Confidence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth; Especially In An Aged Bosom

Dishonor Waits On Perfidy. A Man Should Blush To Think A Falsehood; It Is The Crime Of Cowards.

How Small Of All That Human Hearts Endure/that Part Which Laws Or Kings Can Cause Or Cure.

In My Early Years I Read Very Hard. It Is A Sad Reflection, But A True One, That I Knew Almost As Much At Eighteen As I Do Now.

If A Man Could Say Nothing Against A Character But What He Can Prove, History Could Not Be Written.