Pride, Like The Magnet, Constantly Points To

No Improvement That Takes Place In Either Sex Can Possibly Be Confined To Itself. Each Is A Universal Mirror To Each, And The Respective Refinement Of The One Will Always Be In Reciprocal Proportion To The Polish Of The Other.

Silence Is Less Injurious Than A Weak Reply.

When All Run By Common Consent Into Vice, None Appear To Do So.

Were We As Eloquent As Angels We Still Would Please People Much More By Listening Rather Than Talking.

Avarice Has Ruined More Souls Than Extravagance.