Magnificent Promises Are Always To Be Suspected.

Want And Wealth Equally Harden The Human Heart, As Frost And Fire Are Both Alien To The Human Flesh. Famine And Gluttony Alike Drive Away Nature From The Heart Of Man.

Pride Is Both A Virtue And A Vice.

Love Of Truth Will Bless The Lover All His Days; Yet When He Brings Her Home, His Fair-faced Bride, She Comes Empty-handed To His Door, Herself Her Only Dower.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Greatness Is Its Own Torment.