Avarice Is The Vice Of Declining Years.

Sedition Is Bred In The Lap Of Luxury And Its Chosen Emissaries Are The Beggared Spendthrift And The Impoverished Libertine.

If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

Ennui Is The Desire Of Activity Without The Fit Means Of Gratifying The Desire.

Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite. Like Truth And Justice, It Lives Within Us; Like Virtue And The Moral Law, It Is A Companion Of The Soul.

If Reason Is A Universal Faculty, The Decision Of The Common Mind Is The Nearest Criterion Of Truth.