The Idle Always Have A Mind To

We Are So Presumptuous That We Think We Can Separate Our Personal Interest From That Of Humanity, And Slander Mankind Without Compromising Ourselves.

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.

Few Maxims Are True In Every Respect.

Hatred Is Keener Than Friendship, Less Keen Than Love.

Despair Exaggerates Not Only Our Misery But Also Our Weakness.