Fear Naturally Quickens The Flight Of Guilt.

I Have Protracted My Work Till Most Of Those Whom I Wished To Please Have Sunk Into The Grave, And Success And Miscarriage Are Empty Sounds: I Therefore Dismiss It With Frigid Tranquillity, Having Little To Fear Or Hope From Censure Or From Praise.

Where Secrecy Or Mystery Begins, Vice Or Roguery Is Not Far Off.

All Power Of Fancy Over Reason Is A Degree Of Madness.

Ancient Travelers Guessed; Modern Travelers Measure.

A Man's Mind Grows Narrow In A Narrow Place.