The Statue Lies Hid In A Block

The Mind That Lies Fallow But A Single Day, Sprouts Up In Follies That Are Only To Be Killed By A Constant And Assiduous Culture.

I Have Always Preferred Cheerfulness To Mirth. The Latter I Consider As An Act, The Former As A Habit Of Mind. Mirth Is Short And Transient, Cheerfulness Fixed And Permanent.

The Fear Of Death Often Proves Mortal.

Men Naturally Warm And Heady Are Transported With The Greatest Flush Of Good-nature.

Nature Does Nothing Without Purpose Or Uselessly.