Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At

Five Enemies Of Peace Inhabit With Us - Avarice, Ambition, Envy, Anger, And Pride; If These Were To Be Banished, We Should Infallibly Enjoy Perpetual Peace.

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Gold, Silver, Jewels, Purple Garments, Houses Built Of Marble, Groomed Estates, Pious Paintings, Caparisoned Steeds, And Other Things Of This Kind Offer A Mutable And Superficial Pleasure; Books Give Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.