There Is No Man So Fortunate That

Whosoever Does Wrong, Wrongs Himself; Whosoever Does Injustice, Does It To Himself, Making Himself Evil.

He Would Be The Finer Gentleman That Should Leave The World Without Having Tasted Of Lying Or Pretence Of Any Sort, Or Of Wantonness Or Conceit.

If Souls Continue To Exist, How Does The Air Contain Them From Eternity?

The Best Sort Of Revenue Is Not To Be Like Him Who Did The Injury.

No Longer Talk At All About The Kind Of Man That A Good Man Ought To Be, But Be Such