For Me The Greatest Beauty

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship

Pleasures, Riches, Honor And Joy Are Sure To Have Care, Disgrace, Adversity And Affliction In Their Train. There Is No Pleasure Without Pain, No Joy Without Sorrow. O The Folly Of Expecting Lasting Felicity In A Vale Of Tears, Or A Paradise In A Ruined World.

Absolute Truth Belongs To Thee Alone.

It Is Not Children Only That One Feeds With Fairy Tales.

I Know Not Whether There Exists Such A Thing As A Coin Stamped With A Pair Of Pinions; But I Wish This Were The Device Which Monarchs Put Upon Their Dollars And Ducats, To Show That Riches Make To Themselves Wings, And Fly Away.