Our Worries Always Come From Our Weaknesses.

Without Duty, Life Is Sort Of Boneless; It Cannot Hold Itself Together.

There Was A Time When The World Acted On Books; Now Books Act On The World.

The Evening Of A Well Spent Youth Brings It's Lamps With It.

The Early And The Latter Part Of Human Life Are The Best, Or, At Least, The Most Worthy Of Respect; The One As The Age Of Innocence, The Other Of Reason.

When We Love, It Is The Heart That Judges.