Paradise Lost Is A Book That, Once

He That Will Enjoy The Brightness Of Sunshine, Must Quit The Coolness Of The Shade.

His Virtues Walked Their Narrow Round, Nor Made A Pause, Nor Left A Void; And Sure The Eternal Master Found The Single Talent Well Employed.

Whoever Envies Another Confesses His Superiority.

A Short Letter To A Distant Friend Is, In My Opinion, An Insult Like That Of A Slight Bow Or Cursory Salutation - A Proof Of Unwillingness To Do Much, Even Where There Is A Necessity Of Doing Something.

A Man Who Both Spends And Saves Money Is The Happiest Man, Because He Has Both Enjoyments.