There Is Nothing So Clear-sighted And Sensible

Where There Is Any Good Disposition, Confidence Begets Faithfulness; But Distrust, If It Do Not Produce Treachery; Never Fails To Destroy Every Inclination To Evince Fidelity. Most People Disdain To Clear Themselves From The Accusations Of Mere Suspicion.

We Value The Devotedness Of Friendship Rather As An Oblation To Vanity Than As A Free Interchange Of Hearts; An Endearing Contract Of Sympathy, Mutual Forbearance, And Respect!

Any Base Heart Can Devise Means Of Vileness, And Affix The Ugly Shapings Of Its Own Fancy To The Actions Of Those Around Him; But It Requires Loftiness Of Mind, And The Heaven-born Spirit Of Virtue, To Imagine Greatness Where It Is Not, And To Deck The Sordid Objects Of Nature In The Beautiful Robes Of Loveliness And Light.

Yet Happiness Isn't Something You Chase, It's Something You Are. It's Something You Think, It's Something You Believe.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.