Neither Praise Nor Blame Is The Object

He Who Would Acquire Fame Must Not Show Himself Afraid Of Censure. The Dread Of Censure Is The Death Of Genius.

Solitude Bears The Same Relation To The Mind That Sleep Does To The Body. It Affords It The Necessary Opportunities For Repose And Recovery.

Tears Are The Natural Penalties Of Pleasure. It Is A Law That We Should Pay For All That We Enjoy.

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

The Only Rational Liberty Is That Which Is Born Of Subjection, Reared In The Fear Of God And The Love Of Man.