How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

As The Pearl Ripens In The Obscurity Of Its Shell, So Ripens In The Tomb All The Fame That Is Truly Precious.

Everything That Looks To The Future Elevates Human Nature; For Never Is Life So Low Or So Little As When Occupied With The Present.

In Honest Truth, A Name Given To A Man Is No Better Than A Skin Given To Him; What Is Not Natively His Own Falls Off And Comes To Nothing.

I Strove With None; For None Was Worth My Strife.

Prose On Certain Occasions Can Bear A Great Deal Of Poetry; On The Other Hand, Poetry Sinks And Swoons Under A Moderate Weight Of Prose.