Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked,

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

However You Disguise Slavery, It Is Slavery Still. Its Chains, Though Wreathed With Roses, Not Only Fasten On The Body But Rivet On The Mind.

How Different Is The Ready Hand, Tearful Eye, And Soothing Voice, From The Ostentatious Appearance Which Is Called Pity.

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.

He That Easily Believes Rumors Has The Principle Within Him To Augment Rumors. It Is Strange To See The Ravenous Appetite With Which Some Devourers Of Character And Happiness Fix Upon The Sides Of The Innocent And Unfortunate.