Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.