The Hours Of A Wise Man Are

Pride Goes Before Destruction And A Haughty Spirit Before A Fall.

Must One Rash Word, The Infirmity Of Age, Throw Down The Merit Of My Better Years?

Beauty Commonly Produces Love, But Cleanliness Preserves It. Age Itself Is Not Unamiable While It Is Preserved Clean And Unsullied; Like A Piece Of Metal Constantly Kept Smooth And Bright, We Look On It With More Pleasure Than On A New Vessel Cankered With Rust.

Without Constancy There Is Neither Love, Friendship, Nor Virtue In The World.

Our Admiration Of A Famous Man Lessens Upon Our Nearer Acquaintance With Him; And We Seldom Hear Of A Celebrated Person Without A Catalogue Of Some Notorious Weaknesses And Infirmities.