O What A Thing Is Age! Death

The Foundation Of Domestic Happiness Is Faith In The Virtue Of Woman.

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.

Cruelty Is The Highest Pleasure To The Cruel Man; It Is His Love.

Great Men Always Pay Deference To Greater.

The Most Pernicious Of Absurdities Is That Weak, Blind, Stupid Faith Is Better Than The Constant Practice Of Every Human Virtue.