Love Is Full Of Imagination.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.

Goodness Is Equally Hateful To The Wicked, As Vice Is To The Virtuous.

How Different Is The Ready Hand, Tearful Eye, And Soothing Voice, From The Ostentatious Appearance Which Is Called Pity.

That Grief Is The Most Durable Which Flows Inward, And Buries Its Streams With Its Fountain, In The Depths Of The Heart.

Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting Other Men's Candles At Our Lamp Without Depriving Ourselves Of Any Flame.