We Never Know The Blessings Bestowed On

The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Has Injured Us.

Love Is Full Of Imagination.

Our Griefs, As Well As Our Joys, Owe Their Strongest Colors To Our Imaginations. There Is Nothing So Grievous To Be Borne That Pondering Upon It Will Not Make It Heavier; And There Is No Pleasure So Vivid That The Animation Of Fancy Cannot Liven It.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

Beauty Of Form Affects The Mind, But Then It Must Be Understood That It Is Not The Mere Shell That We Admire; We Are Attracted By The Idea That This Shell Is Only A Beautiful Case Adjusted To The Shape And Value Of A Still More Beautiful Pearl Within. The Perfection Of Outward Loveliness Is The Soul Shining Through Its Crystalline Covering.