Children Are What The Mothers Are.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

The Worse Of Ingratitude Lies Not In The Ossified Heart Of Him Who Commits It, But We Find It In The Effect It Produces On Him Against Whom It Was Committed.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

Cruelty In All Countries Is The Companion Of Anger; But There Is Only One, And Never Was Another On The Globe, Where She Coquets Both With Anger And Mirth.

Those Who In Living Fill The Smallest Space, In Death Have Often Left The Greatest Void.