Love's Sweetest Meanings Are Unspoken; The Full

Satire Is An Abuse Of Wit. It Corrects Few Evils.

Dishonesty Is A Forsaking Of Permanent For Temporary Advantages.

God Has Created Too Few Unmixed Evils To Warrant The Belief That Death Is One Of Them. In All Things Else In Nature, Goodness So Abounds That We Are Authorized To Infer That It Does Not Stop Even At The Grave. It Is Only That Her Footprints Have Become Invisible.

Excessive Sensibility Is Only Another Name For Morbid Self-consciousness.

The Use We Make Of Our Fortune Determines Its Sufficiency. A Little Is Enough If Used Wisely, And Too Much If Expended Foolishly.