Where Wealth Accumulates, Men Decay.

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men Rule The Law.

The Premises Being Thus Settled, I Proceed To Observe That The Concatenation Of Self-existence, Proceeding In A Reciprocal Duplicate Ratio, Naturally Produces A Problematical Dialogism, Which In Some Measure Proves That The Essence Of Spirituality May Be Referred To The Second Predicable.