Hatred Is Self-punishment.

Few Things In This World More Trouble People Than Poverty, Or The Fear Of Poverty; And, Indeed, It Is A Sore Affliction; But, Like All Other Ills That Flesh Is Heir To, It Has Its Antidote, Its Reliable Remedy. The Judicious Application Of Industry, Prudence And Temperance Is A Certain Cure.

It Is Very Questionable, In My Mind, How Far We Have The Right To Judge One Of Another, Since There Is Born Within Every Man The Germs Of Both Virtue And Vice. The Development Of One Or The Other Is Contingent Upon Circumstances.

The Eye Is The Inlet To The Soul, And It Is Well To Beware Of Him Whose Visual Organs Avoid Your Honest Regard.

It Is Better To Be The Builder Of Our Own Name Than To Be Indebted By Descent For The Proudest Gifts Known To The Books Of Heraldry.

The Cloudy Weather Melts At Length Into Beauty, And The Brightest Smiles Of The Heart Are Born Of Its Tears.