The Affectation Of Sanctity Is A Blotch

Neatness Begets Order; But From Order To Taste There Is The Same Difference As From Taste To Genius, Or From Love To Friendship.

The Smiles That Encourage Severity Of Judgment Hide Malice And Insincerity.

Who Recollects Distinctly His Past Adventures, Knows His Destiny To Come.

Malice Is Poisoned By Her Own Venom.

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.