All His Faults Are Such That One

The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never Deprive Us Of The Conscious Happiness Of Having Acted With Humanity Ourselves.

Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

Those Who Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

And Learn The Luxury Of Doing Good.

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.