Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A

Zeal Without Humanity Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder, Liable To Be Stranded At Any Moment

Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

Gold Is The Fool's Curtain, Which Hides All His Defects From The World.

It Is To Be Doubted Whether He Will Ever Find The Way To Heaven Who Desires To Go Thither Alone.