Every Man Has His Devilish Minutes.

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.

The Obstinacy Of The Indolent And Weak Is Less Conquerable Than That Of The Fiery And Bold.

Indiscretion, Rashness, Falsehood, Levity, And Malice, Produce Each Other.

He Whose Pride Oppresses The Humble May Perhaps Be Humbled, But Will Never Be Humble.

Copiousness And Simplicity, Variety And Unity, Constitute Real Greatness Of Character.