Content Not Thyself That Thou Art Virtuous

All Excess Is Ill; But Drunkenness Is Of The Worst Sort. It Spoils Health, Dismounts The Mind, And Unmans Men. It Reveals Secrets, Is Quarrelsome, Lascivious, Impudent, Dangerous, And Mad.

Truth Often Suffers More By The Heat Of Its Defenders Than The Arguments Of Its Opposers.

Unless Virtue Guide Us Our Choice Must Be Wrong.

I Have Sometimes Thought That People Are, In A Sort, Happy, That Nothing Can Put Out Of Countenance With Themselves, Though They Neither Have Nor Merit Other People's.

And He That Is Taught To Live Upon Little, Owes More To His Father's Wisdom, Than He That Has A Great Deal Left Him, Does To His Father's Care.