The Strength Of The Donkey Mind Lies

To See An Enemy Humiliated Gives A Certain Contentment, But This Is Jejune Compared With The Highly Blent Satisfaction Of Seeing Him Humiliated By Your Benevolent Action Or Concession On His Behalf. That Is The Sort Of Revenge Which Falls Into The Scale Of Virtue.

What If My Words Were Meant For Deeds.

To The Old, Sorrow Is Sorrow; To The Young, It Is Despair.

The Happiest Women, Like The Happiest Nations, Have No History.

It Is Easy To Say How We Love New Friends, And What We Think Of Them, But Words Can Never Trace Out All The Fibers That Knit Us To The Old.