To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
True self-love and social are the same.
Health consists with temperance alone.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?