Society Is The Atmosphere Of Souls; And

For Every Bad There Might Be A Worse; And When One Breaks His Leg Let Him Be Thankful It Was Not His Neck.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

Rich People Should Consider That They Are Only Trustees For What They Possess, And Should Show Their Wealth To Be More In Doing Good Than Merely In Having It. They Should Not Reserve Their Benevolence For Purposes After They Are Dead, For Those Who Give Not Of Their Property Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.