A Weak Mind Sinks Under Prosperity, As

Everybody Has His Own Theatre, In Which He Is Manager, Actor, Prompter, Playwright, Sceneshifter, Boxkeeper, Doorkeeper, All In One, And Audience Into The Bargain.

The Mind Is Like A Sheet Of White Paper In This, That The Impressions It Receives The Oftenest, And Retains The Longest, Are Black Ones.

True Goodness Is Like The Glow-worm In This, That It Shines Most When No Eyes Except Those Of Heaven Are Upon It.

To No Kind Of Begging Are People So Averse, As To Begging Pardon; That Is, When There Is Any Serious Ground For Doing So.

Few People Have Courage Enough To Appear As Good As They Really Are. Most People Confuse Greatness With Power, Despite The Fact That Greatness Has Nothing To Do With Power.