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We Are Never So Much Disposed To Quarrel With Others As When We Are Dissatisfied With Ourselves.

I Can Enjoy Society In A Room; But Out Of Doors, Nature Is Company Enough For Me

The Vain Man Makes A Merit Of Misfortune, And Triumphs In His Disgrace.

There Is Evil Poured Upon The Earth From The Overflowings Of Corruption-- Sickness, And Poverty, And Pain, And Guilt, And Madness, And Sorrow; But, As The Water From A Fountain Riseth And Sinketh To Its Level, Ceaselessly Toileth Justice To Equalize The Lots Of Men.

Charity, Like Nature, Abhors A Vacuum. Next To Putting It In A Bank, Men Like To Squander Their Superfluous Wealth On Those To Whom It Is Sure To Be Doing The Least Possible Good.