We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.

How Many Would Die Did Not Hope Sustain Them.

The Noblest Part Of A Friend Is An Honest Boldness In The Notifying Of Errors. He That Tells Me Of A Fault, Aiming At My Good, I Must Think Him Wise And Faithful--wise In Spying That Which I See Not; Faithful In A Plain Admonishment, Not Tainted With Flattery.

There Is No Belittling Worse Than To Over Praise A Man.

Praise Has Different Effects, According To The Mind It Meets With; It Makes A Wise Man Modest, But A Fool More Arrogant, Turning His Weak Brain Giddy.