Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked,

Lachrymal Counsellors, With One Foot In The Cave Of Despair, And The Other Invading The Peace Of Their Friends, Are The Paralyzers Of Action, The Pests Of Society, And The Subtlest Homicides In The World; They Poison With A Tear; And Convey A Dagger To The Heart While They Press You To Their Bosoms.

In His Fairy Dreams Of War [thaddeus] Always Made Conquest The Sure End Of His Battles.

When The Cup Of Any Sensual Pleasure Is Drained To The Bottom, There Is Always Poison In The Dregs.

Virtue, Without The Graces, Is Like A Rich Diamond Unpolished--it Hardly Looks Better Than A Common Pebble; But When The Hand Of The Master Rubs Off The Roughness, And Forms The Sides Into A Thousand Brilliant Surfaces, It Is Then That We Acknowledge Its Worth, Admire Its Beauty, And Long To Wear It In Our Bosoms.

Beauty Of Form Affects The Mind, But Then It Must Be Understood That It Is Not The Mere Shell That We Admire; We Are Attracted By The Idea That This Shell Is Only A Beautiful Case Adjusted To The Shape And Value Of A Still More Beautiful Pearl Within. The Perfection Of Outward Loveliness Is The Soul Shining Through Its Crystalline Covering.