What is there glorious in the world, that is not the product of labor, either of the body or of the mind?
Truth is the root of all the charities.
The love of truth is the stimulus to all noble conversation. This is the root of all the charities. The tree which springs from it may have a thousand branches, but they will all bear a golden and generous fruitage.
The less we parade our misfortunes the more sympathy we command.
Men cannot labor on always. They must have recreation.
Argument does not soften, but rather hardens, the obdurate heart.