I Loved, I Was Loved, My Health

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

One Who Makes No Mistakes Makes Nothing

Love Is Three Quarters Curiosity.

When A Man Gets It Into His Head To Do Something, And When He Exclusively Occupies Himself In That Design, He Must Succeed, Whatever The Difficulties. That Man Will Become Grand Vizier Or Pope.

Heart And Head Are The Constituent Parts Of Character; Temperament Has Almost Nothing To Do With It, And, Therefore, Character Is Dependent Upon Education, And Is Susceptible Of Being Corrected And Improved.