Too Much Society Makes A Man Frivolous;

We Trifle When We Assign Limits To Our Desires, Since Nature Hath Set None.

Hard Workers Are Usually Honest; Industry Lifts Them Above Temptation.

We Should Not So Much Esteem Our Poverty As A Misfortune, Were It Not That The World Treats It So Much As A Crime

An Illusion Dissipated Is An Experience Gained.

A Mother's Love Is Indeed The Golden Link That Binds Youth To Age; And He Is Still But A Child, However Time May Have Furrowed His Cheek, Or Silvered His Brow, Who Can Yet Recall, With A Softened Heart, The Fond Devotion, Or The Gentle Chidings, Of The Best Friend That God Gives Us.