Don't Live To Please Others. Don't Think

The Fruition Of What Is Unlawful Must Be Followed By Remorse. The Core Sticks In The Throat After The Apple Is Eaten, And The Sated Appetite Loathes The Interdicted Pleasure For Which Innocence Was Bartered.

The Perfection Of Outward Loveliness Is The Soul Shining Through Its Crystalline Covering.

Our Griefs, As Well As Our Joys, Owe Their Strongest Colors To Our Imaginations. There Is Nothing So Grievous To Be Borne That Pondering Upon It Will Not Make It Heavier; And There Is No Pleasure So Vivid That The Animation Of Fancy Cannot Liven It.

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.