The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our

An Ambition To Excel In Petty Things Obstructs The Progress To Nobler Aims.

Too Much Society Makes A Man Frivolous; Too Little, A Savage.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

A Woman's Love, Like Lichens Upon A Rock, Will Still Grow Where Even Charity Can Find No Soil To Nurture Itself.

Youth Is Too Tumultuous For Felicity; Old Age Too Insecure For Happiness. The Period Most Favorable To Enjoyment, In A Vigorous, Fortunate, And Generous Life, Is That Between Forty And Sixty.