Hatred Is Self-punishment.

It Is Better To Be The Builder Of Our Own Name Than To Be Indebted By Descent For The Proudest Gifts Known To The Books Of Heraldry.

Mystery And Innocence Are Not Akin.

Envy May Justly Be Called "the Gall Of Bitterness And Bond Of Iniquity;" It Is The Most Acid Fruit That Grows On The Stock Of Sin, A Fluid So Subtle That Nothing But The Fire Of Divine Love Can Purge It From The Soul.

O Sin, How You Paint Your Face! How You Flatter Us Poor Mortals On To Death! You Never Appear To The Sinner In Your True Character; You Make Fair Promises, But You Never Fulfil One; Your Tongue Is Smoother Than Oil, But The Poison Of Asps Is Under Your Lip!

Self-respect Is The Best Of All.