Don't Appear So Scholarly, Pray. Humanize Your

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Most People Die From The Remedy Rather Than From The Illness.

I Might, By Chance, Write Something Just As Shoddy; But Then I Wouldn't Show It To Everybody.

One Ought To Look A Good Deal At Oneself Before Thinking Of Condemning Others.

The More Powerful The Obstacle, The More Glory We Have In Overcoming It; And The Difficulties With Which We Are Met Are The Maids Of Honor Which Set Off Virtue.