Slander Is The Solace Of Malignity.

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.

One Day, A Daughter Of Aristotle, Pythias By Name, Was Asked What Color Pleased Her Most. She Replied, "the Color With Which Modesty Suffuses The Face Of Simple, Inoffensive Men.

Which Is More Misshapen,--religion Without Virtue, Or Virtue Without Religion?

Who Ever Has No Fixed Opinions Has No Constant Feelings.

There Are People Who Are Virtuous Only In A Piece-meal Way; Virtue Is A Fabric From Which They Never Make Themselves A Whole Garment.