Mellow Nuts Have The Hardest Rind.

Fair Play Is A Jewel.

Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.