We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

A Perverse Temper And Fretful Disposition Will Make Any State Of Life Whatsoever Unhappy.

The Evil Implanted In Man By Nature Spreads So Imperceptibly, When The Habit Of Wrong-doing Is Unchecked, That He Himself Can Set No Limit To His Shamelessness.

Let Us Remember That Justice Must Be Observed Even To The Lowest.

The Injuries That Befall Us Unexpectedly Are Less Severe Than Those Which Are Deliberately Anticipated.

Of All Nature's Gifts To The Human Race, What Is Sweeter To A Man Than His Children?