It Matters Not How A Man Dies,

I Have Already Enjoyed Too Much; Give Me Something To Desire.

A Book Should Teach Us To Enjoy Life, Or To Endure It.

I Have All My Life Long Been Lying In Bed Till Noon; Yet I Tell All Young Men, And Tell Them With Great Sincerity, That Nobody Who Does Not Rise Early Will Ever Do Any Good.

He Who Sees Different Ways To The Same End, Will, Unless He Watches Carefully Over His Own Conduct, Lay Out Too Much Of His Attention Upon The Comparison Of Probabilities And The Adjustment Of Expedients, And Pause In The Choice Of His Road, Till Some Accident Intercepts His Journey.

This Mournful Truth Is Everywhere Confessed, Slow Rises Worth By Poverty Depressed.