A Soul Exasperated In Ills, Falls Out

Rides In The Whirlwind And Directs The Storm.

Laughter, While It Lasts, Slackens And Unbraces The Mind, Weakens The Faculties, And Causes A Kind Of Remissness And Dissolution In All The Powers Of The Soul.

I Have Always Preferred Cheerfulness To Mirth. The Latter I Consider As An Act, The Former As A Habit Of Mind. Mirth Is Short And Transient, Cheerfulness Fixed And Permanent.

The Unassuming Youth Seeking Instruction With Humility Gains Good Fortune.

There Is Not A More Melancholy Object Than A Man Who Has His Head Turned With Religious Enthusiasm.