What Is Perfectly True Is Perfectly Witty.

If There Be A Love Pure And Free From The Admixture Of Our Other Passions, It Is That Which Lies Hidden In The Bottom Of Our Heart, And Which We Know Not Ourselves.

One Forgives To The Degree That One Loves.

The Whimsicalness Of Our Own Humor Is A Thousand Times More Fickle And Unaccountable Than What We Blame So Much In Fortune.

Smallness Of Mind Is The Cause Of Stubbornness, And We Do Not Credit Readily What Is Beyond Our View.

Spiritual Health Is No More Stable Than Bodily; And Though We May Seem Unaffected By The Passions We Are Just As Liable To Be Carried Away By Them As To Fall Ill When In Good Health.