Slander Is The Balm Of Malignity.

Contact With The World Either Breaks Or Hardens The Heart.

In Great Matters, Men Behave As They Are Expected To; In Little Ones, As They Would Naturally

Most Of Those Who Make Collections Of Verse Or Epigram Are Like Men Eating Cherries Or Oysters: They Choose Out The Best At First, And End By Eating All.

Life Is A Malady In Which Sleep Soothes Us Every Sixteen Hours; It Is A Palliation; Death Is The Remedy.

One Must Not Hope To Be More Than One Can Be.