Who Is Fatal To Others Is So

The Wrath That On Conviction Subsides Into Mildness, Is The Wrath Of A Generous Mind.

As A Man's Salutations, So Is The Total Of His Character; In Nothing Do We Lay Ourselves So Open As In Our Manner Of Meeting And Salutation.

Existence Is Self-enjoyment, By Means Of Some Object Distinct From Ourselves.

He Who Can Conceal His Joys, Is Greater Than He Who Can Hide His Griefs

All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.