I Think No Virtue Goes With Size.

But Wise Men Pierce This Rotten Diction And Fasten Words Again To Visible Things; So That Picturesque Language Is At Once A Commanding Certificate That He Who Employs It, Is A Man In Alliance With Truth And God.

Envy Is The Tax Which All Distinction Must Pay.

I Hate The Prostitution Of The Name Of Friendship To Signify Modish And Worldly Alliances.

The Household Is A School Of Power. There, Within The Door, Learn The Tragi-comedy Of Human Life.

Earth Laughs In Flowers To See Her Boastful Boys Earth-proud, Proud Of The Earth Which Is Not Theirs; Who Steer The Plough, But Cannot Steer Their Feet Clear Of The Grave.