He Only Is A Great Man Who

With Regard To Donations Always Expect The Most From Prudent People, Who Keep Their Own Accounts.

A Friend Exaggerates A Man's Virtues; An Enemy Inflames His Crimes.

Love Is A Second Life.

A Virtuous Mind In A Fair Body Is Indeed A Fine Picture In A Good Light, And Therefore It Is No Wonder That It Makes The Beautiful Sex All Over Charms.

The Soul, Considered With Its Creator, Is Like One Of Those Mathematical Lines That May Draw Nearer To Another For All Eternity Without A Possibility Of Touching It; And Can There Be A Thought So Transporting As To Consider Ourselves In These Perpetual Approaches To Him, Who Is Not Only The Standard Of Perfection, But Of Happiness?