The End We Aim At Must Be

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.