When Love Becomes Labored We Welcome An

Neither The Sun Nor Death Can Be Looked At Steadily.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

Too Great Refinement Is False Delicacy, And True Delicacy Is Solid Refinement.

It Is With Sincere Affection Or Friendship As With Ghosts And Apparitions,--a Thing That Everybody Talks Of, And Scarce Any Hath Seen.

The Judgments Our Enemies Make About Us Come Nearer To The Truth Than Those We Make About Ourselves.