Talk That Does Not End In Any

Hardened Round Us, Encasing Wholly Every Notion We Form Is A Wrapping Of Traditions, Hearsay's, And Mere Words.

France Was Long A Despotism Tempered By Epigrams.

Woe To Him, . . . Who Has No Court Of Appeal Against The World's Judgment.

Make Yourself An Honest Man, And Then You May Be Sure There Is One Less Rascal In The World.

Let A Man Try Faithfully, Manfully To Be Right; He Will Grow Daily More And More Right. It Is At Bottom The Condition On Which All Men Have To Cultivate Themselves.