Gratitude Is A Species Of Justice.

Distance Has The Same Effect On The Mind As On The Eye.

Nay, Sir, Those Who Write In Them, Write Well, In Order To Be Paid Well.

If Pleasure Was Not Followed By Pain, Who Would Forbear It?

Spring Is The Season Of Gaiety, And Winter Of Terror; In Spring The Heart Of Tranquility Dances To The Melody Of The Groves, And The Eye Of Benevolence Sparkles At The Sight Of Happiness And Plenty: In Winter, Compassion Melts At Universal Calamity, And The Tear Of Softness Starts At The Wailing Of Hunger And The Cries Of The Creation In Distress

Life, To Be Worthy Of A Rational Being, Must Be Always In Progression; We Must Always Purpose To Do More Or Better Than In Time Past.