Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Where Have You Ever Found That Man Who Stopped Short After The Perpetration Of A Single Crime?

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

A Rare Bird On This Earth, Like Nothing So Much As A Black Swan.