Where Is There Dignity Unless There Is

We Are Not Born For Ourselves Alone.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

He Is Sometimes Slave Who Should Be Master; And Sometimes Master Who Should Be Slave.

Rashness Attends Youth, As Prudence Does Old Age.

The Administration Of Government, Like A Guardianship Ought To Be Directed To The Good Of Those Who Confer, Not Of Those Who Receive The Trust.