Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

Dishonor waits on perfidy. A man should blush to think a falsehood; it is the crime of cowards.

Let him that desires to see others happy, make haste to give while his gift can be enjoyed, and remember that every moment of delay takes away something from the value of his benefaction.

What is said upon a subject is gathered from an hundred people.

Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity.

To be prejudiced is always to be weak; yet there are prejudices so near to laudable that they have been often praised and are always pardoned.

Such is the constitution of Man that labor may be said to be its own re-ward.