Passion Is A Sort Of Fever In

If We Would Mend The World, We Should Mend Ourselves; And Teach Our Children To Be, Not What We Are, But What They Should Be.

The Remedy Often Proves Worse Than The Disease.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.

And He That Is Taught To Live Upon Little, Owes More To His Father's Wisdom, Than He That Has A Great Deal Left Him, Does To His Father's Care.

Less Judgment Than Wit Is More Sail Than Ballast.