He Is Incapable Of A Truly Good

Dress Is An Index Of Your Contents.

He Who Comes From The Kitchen, Smells Of Its Smoke; And He Who Adheres To A Sect, Has Something Of Its Cant; The College Air Pursues The Student; And Dry Inhumanity Him Who Herds With Literary Pedants.

Who Gives A Trifle Meanly Is Meaner Than The Trifle.

What Do I Owe To My Times, To My Country, To My Neighbors, To My Friends? Such Are The Questions Which A Virtuous Man Ought Often To Ask Himself.

The Proportion Of Genius To The Vulgar Is Like One To A Million.