Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked,

We Never Know The Blessings Bestowed On Us Until We Are Separated From The Possession Of Them.

It Has Been Wisely Said, "that Well May Thy Guardian Angel Suffer Thee To Lose Thy Locks, When Thou Darest Wilfully To Lay Thy Head In The Lap Of Temptation!" Was It Not Easier For The Hero Of Judaea To Avoid The Touch Of The Fair Philistine, Than To Elude Her Power When Held In Her Arms?

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.

Self-love Leads Men Of Narrow Minds To Measure All Mankind By Their Own Capacity.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.