It Is No Happiness To Live Long,

Mark, How The Ready Hands Of Death Prepare: His Bow Is Bent, And He Hath Notch'd His Dart; He Aims, He Levels At Thy Slumb'ring Heart: The Wound Is Posting, O Be Wise, Beware.

Scandal Breeds Hatred; Hatred Begets Division; Division Makes Faction, And Faction Brings Ruin.

Knowledge Descries; Wisdom Applies.

The Fountain Of Beauty Is The Heart And Every Generous Thought Illustrates The Walls Of Your Chamber.

In Thy Apparel Avoid Singularity, Profuseness, And Gaudiness. Be Not Too Early In The Fashion, Nor Too Late. Decency Is Half Way Between Affectation And Neglect. The Body Is The Shell Of The Soul, Apparel Is The Husk Of That Shell; The Husk Often Tells You What The Kernel Is.