How Few Our Real Wants, And How

Truth, Wisdom, Love, Seek Reasons; Malice Only Seeks Causes.

Who Is Fatal To Others Is So To Himself.

Who Forces Himself On Others Is To Himself A Load. Impetuous Curiosity Is Empty And Inconstant. Prying Intrusion May Be Suspected Of Whatever Is Little.

He Who Can At All Times Sacrifice Pleasure To Duty Approaches Sublimity.

He, Who Boldly Interposes Between A Merciless Censor And His Prey, Is A Man Of Vigor: And He Who, Mildly Wise, Without Wounding, Convinces Him Of His Error, Commands Our Veneration.