The Habit Of Pleasing By Flattery Makes

Great Men Too Often Have Greater Faults Than Little Men Can Find Room For.

Piety--warm, Soft, And Passive As The Ether Round The Throne Of Grace--is Made Callous And Inactive By Kneeling Too Much.

Truth Is A Point, The Subtlest And Finest; Harder Than Adamant; Never To Be Broken, Worn Away, Or Blunted. Its Only Bad Quality Is, That It Is Sure To Hurt Those Who Touch It; And Likely To Draw Blood, Perhaps The Life Blood, Of Those Who Press Earnestly Upon It.

As There Are Some Flowers Which You Should Smell But Slightly To Extract All That Is Pleasant In Them ... So There Are Some Men With Whom A Slight Acquaintance Is Quite Sufficient To Draw Out All That Is Agreeable; A More Intimate One Would Be Unsafe And Unsatisfactory.

Two Evils, Of Almost Equal Weight, May Befall The Man Of Erudition; Never To Be Listened To, And To Be Listened To Always.