The Breath Of The Mind Is Attention.

Remorse Is The Punishment Of Crime; Repentance, Its Expiation. The Former Appertains To A Tormented Conscience; The Latter To A Soul Changed For The Better.

Criticism Even Should Not Be Without Its Charms. When Quite Devoid Of All Amenities, It Is No Longer Literary.

Maxims Are To The Intellect What Laws Are To Actions; They Do Not Enlighten, But They Guide And Direct, And, Although Themselves Blind, Are Protective.

Genius Begins Great Works; Labor Alone Finishes Them.

We Must Respect The Past, And Mistrust The Present, If We Wish To Provide For The Safety Of The Future.