Indolence And Stupidity Are First Cousins.

Youth Is Not The Era Of Wisdom; Let Us Therefore Have Due Consideration.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

Rumor, Once Started, Rushes On Like A River, Until It Mingles With, And Is Lost In The Sea.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

The Cunning Tempter, By Avoiding The Grossness Of Vice, Often Silences Objections.