Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILLMan is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILLOh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
AARON HILLTrust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
AARON HILLShe who means no mischief does it all.
AARON HILLLaw that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
AARON HILLThe man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLUnion of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILLReason gains all people by compelling none.
AARON HILLMischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
AARON HILLShun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
AARON HILLServile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
AARON HILLCourage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
AARON HILLCustoms form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
AARON HILLLet shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILLBirth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
AARON HILLLet never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
AARON HILL