Sorrow Makes An Ugly Face

Things We Wish To Be True Are Apt To Gain Too Ready Credit With Us.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

The Life Of A Good Man Was A Continual Warfare With His Passions.

We Can All Be Good When We Have No Temptation Or Provocation To The Contrary.

Virtue Only Is The True Beauty.