We Cannot Go To Heaven In Featherbeds.

It Is Only Natural, Of Course, That Each Man Should Think His Own Opinions Best: The Crow Loves His Fledgling, And The Ape His Cub.

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.

Rose! Thou Art The Sweetest Flower That Ever Drank The Amber Shower: Even The Gods, Who Walk The Sky, Are Amourous Of Thy Scented Sigh.

They Have No Lawyers Among Them, For They Consider Them As A Sort Of People Whose Profession It Is To Disguise Matters.

Occupy Your Mind With Good Thoughts, Or The Enemy Will Fill Them With Bad Ones.