The Press Is The Foe Of Rhetoric,

Men Will Wrangle For Religion, Write For It, Fight For It, Die For It; Anything But Live For It.

He That Is Gone So Far As To Cut The Claws Of The Lion, Will Not Feel Himself Quite Secure, Until He Has Also Drawn His Teeth.

Most Of Our Misfortunes Are More Supportable Than The Comments Of Our Friends Upon Them.

He That Has Energy Enough To Root Out A Vice Should Go Further, And Try To Plant A Virtue In Its Place.

Love, Like The Cold Bath, Is Never Negative, It Seldom Leaves Us Where It Finds Us; If Once We Plunge Into It, It Will Either Heighten Our Virtues, Or Inflame Our Vices.