The Amiable Is A Duty Most Certainly,

The Only Rational Liberty Is That Which Is Born Of Subjection, Reared In The Fear Of God And The Love Of Man.

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

Ambition Is Frequently The Only Refuge Which Life Has Left To The Denied Or Mortified Affections. We Chide At The Grasping Eye, The Daring Wing, The Soul That Seems To Thirst For Sovereignty Only, And Know Not That The Flight Of This Ambitious Bird Has Been From A Bosom Or Home That Is Filled With Ashes.

Tact Is One Of The First Of Mental Virtues, The Absence Of Which Is Frequently Fatal To The Best Of Talents. Without Denying That It Is A Talent Of Itself, It Will Suffice If We Admit That It Supplies The Place Of Many Talents.

We Must Calculate Not On The Weather, Nor On Fortune, But Upon God And Ourselves. He May Fail Us In The Gratification Of Our Wishes, But Never In The Encounter With Our Exigencies.