Weakness Ineffectually Seeks To Disguise Itself,--like A

Pride Is Like The Beautiful Acacia, That Lifts Its Head Proudly Above Its Neighbor Plants-forgetting That It Too, Like Them, Has Its Roots In The Dirt.

Contentment Is Not Happiness. An Oyster May Be Contented. Happiness Is Compounded Of Richer Elements.

Silence, When Nothing Need Be Said, Is The Eloquence Of Discretion.

Pleasure And Pain Spring Not So Much From The Nature Of Things, As From Our Manner Of Considering Them. Pleasure, Especially, Is Never An Invariable Effect Of Particular Circumstances.

It Is Of Very Little Use In Trying To Be Dignified, If Dignity Is No Part Of Your Character.