My Dear Son... remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, 'Give, give.'

The heart is long, very long in receiving the convictions that is forced upon it by reason... affection still lingers in the Bosom, even after esteem has taken its flight.

But let no person say what they would or would not do, since we are not judges for ourselves until circumstances call us to act.

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.

Many of our disappointments and much of our unhappiness arise from our forming false notions of things and persons.

When men know not what to do, they ought not to do they know not what