Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And

Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.