Gold Is The Fool's Curtain, Which Hides

Promises May Get Friends, But It Is Performance That Must Nurse And Keep Them.

Virtue Dwells At The Head Of A River, To Which We Cannot Get But By Rowing Against The Stream.

For Converse Among Men, Beautiful Persons Have Less Need Of The Mind's Commending Qualities. Beauty In Itself Is Such A Silent Orator, That It Is Ever Pleading For Respect And Liking, And By The Eyes Of Others Is Ever Sending, To Their Hearts For Love.

It Is A Most Unhappy State To Be At A Distance With God: Man Needs No Greater Infelicity Than To Be Left To Himself.

There Is No Belittling Worse Than To Over Praise A Man.