When We Are Sick Our Virtues And

And Where, On Earth, Dwell Hope And Truth? In Childhood's Uncorrupted Heart; Alas! Too Soon To Guileless Youth The World Doth Its Dark Code Impart!

The Mind Reaches Great Heights Only By Spurts.

The Character Of False Wit Is That Of Appearing To Depend Only Upon Reason.

It Is Of No Use To Possess A Lively Wit If It Is Not Of The Right Proportion: The Perfection Of A Clock Is Not To Go Fast, But To Be Accurate.

Men Despise Great Projects When They Do Not Feel Themselves Capable Of Great Successes.