Anyone May Fairly Seek His Own Advantage,

No Deceit Is So Veiled As That Which Lies Concealed Behind The Semblance Of Courtesy.

The Name Of Peace Is Sweet, The Thing Itself Is Most Salutary.

We Must Not Say That Every Mistake Is A Foolish One.

All Action Is Of The Mind And The Mirror Of The Mind Is The Face, Its Index The Eyes.

Other Relaxations Are Peculiar To Certain Times, Places And Stages Of Life, But The Study Of Letters Is The Nourishment Of Our Youth, And The Joy Of Our Old Age. They Throw An Additional Splendor On Prosperity, And Are The Resource And Consolation Of Adversity; They Delight At Home, And Are No Embarrassment Abroad; In Short, They Are Company To Us At Night, Our Fellow Travelers On A Journey, And Attendants In Our Rural Recesses.