Thought Is The Wind, Knowledge The Sail,

Only When The Voice Of Duty Is Silent, Or When It Has Already Spoken, May We Allowably Think Of The Consequences Of A Particular Action.

Friendship Is Love Without Its Flowers Or Veil.

The Virtue Of Paganism Was Strength: The Virtue Of Christianity Is Obedience.

It Is With Flowers As With Moral Qualities; The Bright Are Sometimes Poisonous; But, I Believe, Never The Sweet.

A Mother Should Give Her Children A Superabundance Of Enthusiasm; That After They Have Lost All They Are Sure To Lose On Mixing With The World, Enough May Still Remain To Prompt Fated Support Them Through Great Actions.