O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are Absolutely Certain, Whether Of Our Worth Or Worthlessness, We Are Almost Impervious To Fear.

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.