Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

We Do Not Commonly Find Men Of Superior Sense Amongst Those Of The Highest Fortune.

Avarice Increases With The Increasing Pile Of Gold.

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.