Wicked Words Are The Prelude To Wicked

Virtue Only Is The True Beauty.

The World, Thinking Itself Affronted By Superior Merit, Takes Delight To Bring It Down To Its Own Level.

Whom We Fear More Than Love, We Are Not Far From Hating.

An Acknowledged Love Sanctifies Every Little Freedom; And Little Freedoms Beget Great Ones.

Angry Men Make Themselves Beds Of Nettles.