Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked,

To Be Truly And Really Independent Is To Support Ourselves By Our Own Exertions.

Virtue, Without The Graces, Is Like A Rich Diamond Unpolished--it Hardly Looks Better Than A Common Pebble; But When The Hand Of The Master Rubs Off The Roughness, And Forms The Sides Into A Thousand Brilliant Surfaces, It Is Then That We Acknowledge Its Worth, Admire Its Beauty, And Long To Wear It In Our Bosoms.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

The Best Manner Of Avenging Ourselves Is By Not Resembling Him Who Injured Us; And It Is Hardly Possible For One Man To Be More Unlike Another Than He That Forbears To Avenge Himself Of Wrong Is To Him Who Did The Wrong.

When The Cup Of Any Sensual Pleasure Is Drained To The Bottom, There Is Always Poison In The Dregs.