Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered;

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.

Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.