The Dispersing And Scattering Our Names Into

I Have Never Known A Greater Miracle, Or Monster, Than Myself.

Virtue Can Have Naught To Do With Ease. . . . It Craves A Steep And Thorny Path.

To Compose Our Character Is Our Duty, Not To Compose Books, And To Win, Not Battles And Provinces, But Order And Tranquillity In Our Conduct.

Let [children] Be Able To Do All Things, And Love To Do Only The Good.

There Is No Man So Good, Who, Were He To Submit All His Thoughts And Actions To The Laws, Would Not Deserve Hanging Ten Times In His Life.