The Purer The Golden Vessel, The More

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

There Are Souls In This World Which Have The Gift Of Finding Joy Everywhere And Of Leaving It Behind Them When They Go.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.