There Is In Superstition A Senseless Fear

In All Great Arts, As In Trees, It Is The Height That Charms Us; We Care Nothing For The Roots Or Trunks, Yet It Could Not Be Without The Aid Of These.

No One Sees What Is Before His Feet: We All Gaze At The Stars. [lat., Quod Est Ante Pedes Nemo Spectat: Coeli Scrutantur Plagas.]

Nothing So Cements And Holds Together All The Parts Of A Society As Faith Or Credit, Which Can Never Be Kept Up Unless Men Are Under Some Force Or Necessity Of Honestly Paying What They Owe To One Another.

A Thankful Heart Is Not Only The Greatest Virtue, But The Parent Of All The Other Virtues. [lat., Gratus Animus Est Una Virtus Non Solum Maxima, Sed Etiam Mater Virtutum Onmium Reliquarum.]

Orators Are Most Vehement When They Have The Weakest Cause, As Men Get On Horseback When They Cannot Walk.