The Laws Of Conscience, Which We Pretend

It Is An Absolute Perfection And Virtually Divine To Know How To Enjoy Our Being Rightfully.

Fie On The Eloquence That Leaves Us Craving Itself, Not Things!

We Imagine Much More Appropriately An Artisan On His Toilet Seat Or On His Wife Than A Great President, Venerable By His Demeanorand His Ability. It Seems To Us That They Do Not Stoop From Their Lofty Thrones Even To Live.

One May Be Humble Out Of Pride.

Taking It All In All, I Find It Is More Trouble To Watch After Money Than To Get It.