And With His Arms Crossed He Looks

He Who Follows His Lessons Tastes A Profound Peace, And Looks Upon Everybody As A Bunch Of Manure.

Love Is Often The Fruit Of Marriage.

We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.

Nothing Can Be Fairer, Or More Noble, Than The Holy Fervor Of True Zeal.

I Always Do The First Line Well, But I Have Trouble Doing The Others.