He Who Knows Himself Knows Others.

The Soundest Argument Will Produce No More Conviction In An Empty Head Than The Most Superficial Declamation; As A Feather And A Guinea Fall With Equal Velocity In A Vacuum.

Pain May Be Said To Follow Pleasure As Its Shadow.

Brutes Leave Ingratitude To Man.

Time,- That Black And Narrow Isthmus Between Two Eternities.

Time, The Cradle Of Hope, But The Grave Of Ambition, Is The Stern Corrector Of Fools, But The Salutary Counselor Of The Wise, Bringing All They Dread To The One, And All They Desire To The Other.