Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.

A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.

As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth.