We Are Too Apt To Love Praise,

The Tallest Trees Are Most In The Power Of The Winds, And Ambitious Men Of The Blasts Of Fortune.

I Expect To Pass Through This World But Once. Any Good Therefore That I Can Do ... Let Me Do It Now.

False-dealing Travels A Short Road, And Surely Detected.

Love Grows. Lust Wastes By Enjoyment, And The Reason Is, That One Springs From An Union Of Souls, And The Other From An Union Of Sense.

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil That Good May Come Of It. We Are Too Ready To Retaliate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us, Then, Try What Love Will Do: For If Men Do Once See That We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us. Force May Subdue, But Love Gains; And He That Forgives First, Wins The Laurel.