Ignorance, Madam, Pure Ignorance.

Where Grief Is Fresh, Any Attempt To Divert It Only Irritates.

It Is As Foolish To Make Experiments Upon The Constancy Of A Friend, As Upon The Chastity Of A Wife.

Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

Piety Practiced In Solitude, Like The Flower That Blooms In The Desert, May Give Its Fragrance To The Winds Of Heaven, And Delight Those Unbodied Spirits That Survey The Works Of God And The Actions Of Men; But It Bestows No Assistance Upon Earthly Beings, And However Free From Taints Of Impurity, Yet Wants The Sacred Splendor Of Beneficence.

He Who Does Not Mind His Belly, Will Hardly Mind Anything Else.