The Tree Is But A Huge Boquet.

There Is No True And Abiding Morality That Is Not Founded In Religion.

The Art Of Being Happy Lies In The Power Of Extracting Happiness From Common Things.

Refinement That Carries Us Away From Our Fellow-men Is Not God's Refinement.

Next To Victory, There Is Nothing So Sweet As Defeat, If Only The Right Adversary Overcomes You.

Men Will Imitate And Admire His Unmoved Firmness, His Inflexible Conscience For The Right; And Yet His Gentleness, As Tender As A Woman's, His Moderation Of Spirit, Which Not All The Heat Of Party Could Inflame, Nor All The Jars And Disturbances Of This Country Shake Out Of Its Place: I Swear You To An Emulation Of His Justice, His Moderation, And His Mercy.