Suspicion is the companion of mean souls, and the bane of all good soc >>
It is error only, and not truth, that shrinks from inquiry. >>
Character is much easier kept than recovered. >>
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, de >>
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, >>
Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay; >>
A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason.