Words Are The Wings Of Actions.

Each Particle Of Matter Is An Immensity, Each Leaf A World, Each Insect An Inexplicable Compendium.

A Single Spark Of Occasion Discharges The Child Of Passions Into A Thousand Crackers Of Desire.

Malice Is Poisoned By Her Own Venom.

He Who Attempts To Make Others Believe In Means Which He Himself Despises Is A Puffer; He Who Makes Use Of More Means Than He Knows To Be Necessary Is A Quack; And He Who Ascribes To Those Means A Greater Efficacy Than His Own Experience Warrants Is An Impostor.

Conscience Is The Sentinel Of Virtue.