He Is The Best Gentleman That Is

The Little People Must Be Sacred To The Big Ones, And It Is From The Rights Of The Weak That The Duty Of The Strong Is Comprised.

Revery, Which Is Thought In Its Nebulous State, Borders Closely Upon The Land Of Sleep, By Which It Is Bounded As By A Natural Frontier.

Our Acts Make Or Mar Us, We Are The Children Of Our Own Deeds.

The Hatred Of Luxury Is Not An Intelligent Hatred. It Implies A Hatred Of Arts.

Every Body Drags Its Shadow, And Every Mind Its Doubt.