The Highest Price We Can Pay For

Friendship Is A Vase, Which, When It Is Flawed By Heat, Or Violence, Or Accident, May As Well Be Broken At Once; It Can Never Be Trusted After.

Merit Has Rarely Risen Of Itself, But A Pebble Or A Twig Is Often Quite Sufficient For It To Spring From To The Highest Ascent. There Is Usually Some Baseness Before There Is Any Elevation.

Experience Is Our Only Teacher Both In War And Peace.

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

We May Receive So Much Light As Not To See, And So Much Philosophy As To Be Worse Than Foolish.