Neither Refinement Nor Delicacy Is Indispensable To

He Who Seeks To Imbitter Innocent Pleasure Has A Cancer In His Heart.

The Miser Robs Himself.

He Submits Himself To Be Seen Through A Microscope, Who Suffers Himself To Be Caught In A Fit Of Passion.

Conscience Is The Sentinel Of Virtue.

A Gift--its Kind, Its Value And Appearance; The Silence Or The Pomp That Attends It; The Style In Which It Reaches You--may Decide The Dignity Or Vulgarity Of The Giver.