When We Are Sick Our Virtues And

Men Sometimes Feel Injured By Praise Because It Assigns A Limit To Their Merit; Few People Are Modest Enough Not To Take Offense That One Appreciates Them.

We Are Less Hurt By The Contempt Of Fools Than By The Lukewarm Approval Of Men Of Intelligence.

As A House Implies A Builder, And A Garment A Weaver, And A Door A Carpenter, So Does The Existence Of The Universe Imply A Creator.

Few People Are Modest Enough To Be Estimated At Their True Worth.

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.