A Judge's Duty Is To Grant Justice,

All Of Our Unhappiness Comes From Our Inability To Be Alone.

The Sweetest Of All Sounds Is That Of The Voice Of The Woman We Love.

A Modest Man Never Talks Of Himself.

Widows, Like Ripe Fruit, Drop Easily From Their Perch.

How Many Men Are Like Trees, Already Strong And Full Grown, Which Are Transplanted Into Some Gardens, To The Astonishment Of Those People Who Behold Them In These Fine Spots, Where They Never Saw Them Grow, And Who Neither Know Their Beginning Nor Their Progress!