None Can Teach Admirably If Not Loving

Our Dreams Drench Us In Senses, And Senses Steps Us Again In Dreams.

Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

Fullness Is Always Quiet; Agitation Will Answer For Empty Vessels Only.

Friends Are The Leaders Of The Bosom, Being More Ourselves Than We Are, And We Complement Our Affections In Theirs.

There Is Virtue In Country Houses, In Gardens And Orchards, In Fields, Streams And Groves, In Rustic Recreations And Plain Manners, That Neither Cities Nor Universities Enjoy.