The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death

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.

To Make Punishments Efficacious, Two Things Are Necessary. They Must Never Be Disproportioned To The Offence, And They Must Be Certain.

What We Call Vice In Our Neighbor May Be Nothing Less Than A Crude Virtue. To Him Who Knows Nothing More Of Precious Stones Than He Can Learn From A Daily Contemplation Of His Breastpin, A Diamond In The Mine Must Be A Very Uncompromising Sort Of Stone.

Philosophy Is Reason With The Eyes Of The Soul.

I Know Not That There Is Anything In Nature More Soothing To The Mind Than The Contemplation Of The Moon, Sailing, Like Some Planetary Bark, Amidst A Sea Of Bright Azure. The Subject Is Certainly Hackneyed; The Moon Has Been Sung By Poet And Poetaster. Is There Any Marvel That It Should Be So?