Love Is Full Of Imagination.

True Virtue, When She Errs, Needs Not The Eyes Of Men To Excite Her Blushes; She Is Confounded At Her Own Presence, And Covered With Confusion Of Face.

The Flatterer Easily Insinuates Himself Into The Closet, While Honest Merit Stands Shivering In The Hall Or Antechamber.

There Is Nothing So Clear-sighted And Sensible As A Noble Mind In A Low Estate.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.

Imparting Knowledge Is Only Lighting Other Men's Candles At Our Lamp Without Depriving Ourselves Of Any Flame.