In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man's unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

To be man's tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

The gentlest man cannot live in peace if it does not please his wicked neighbor.