Custom Is A Second Nature,

The Easy, Gentle, And Sloping Path . . . Is Not The Path Of True Virtue. It Demands A Rough And Thorny Road.

I Do Not Understand; I Pause; I Examine.

To How Many Blockheads Of My Time Has A Cold And Taciturn Demeanor Procured The Credit Of Prudence And Capacity!

It Is Fear That I Stand Most In Fear Of, In Sharpness It Exceeds Every Other Feeling.

The Most Evident Token And Apparent Sign Of True Wisdom Is A Constant And Unconstrained Rejoicing.