One's outlook is a part of his virtue.

A man defines his standing at the court of chastity by his views of women.

Who loves a garden, still his Eden keeps, Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvests reaps.

Friendship is a plant that loves the sun, thrives ill under clouds.

Every sin provokes its punishment.

Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.

Civilization degrades the many to exalt the few.