For There Is No Air

It Is For Little Souls, That Truckle Under The Weight Of Affairs, Not To Know How Clearly To Disengage Themselves, And Not To Know How To Lay Them Aside And Take Them Up Again.

Men ... Are Not Agreed About Any One Thing, Not Even That Heaven Is Over Our Heads.

Habit Is A Second Nature.

Marriage Can Be Compared To A Cage: Birds Outside It Despair To Enter, And Birds Within, To Escape.

Praise Is Always Pleasing, Let It Come From Whom, Or Upon What Account It Will.