That Grief Is The Most Durable Which

We Never Know The Blessings Bestowed On Us Until We Are Separated From The Possession Of Them.

Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked, As Vice Is To The Virtuous.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

However You Disguise Slavery, It Is Slavery Still. Its Chains, Though Wreathed With Roses, Not Only Fasten On The Body But Rivet On The Mind.

How Different Is The Ready Hand, Tearful Eye, And Soothing Voice, From The Ostentatious Appearance Which Is Called Pity.