You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.

How Easily A Fathers Tenderness Is Recalled, And How Quickly A Son's Offenses Vanish At The Slightest Word Of Repentance!

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.