If I Wished To Punish My Enemy,

Anger Is A Violent Act, Envy A Constant Habit - No One Can Be Always Angry, But He May Be Always Envious.

The Roses Of Pleasure Seldom Last Long Enough To Adorn The Brow Of Him Who Plucks Them; For They Are The Only Roses Which Do Not Retain Their Sweetness After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To Forget How Many There Are Who Want Every Thing.

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.

The Artful Injury, Whose Venomed Dart Scarce Wounds The Hearing, While It Stabs The Heart.