Superstition Is The Spleen Of The Soul.

Some Place The Bliss In Action, Some In Ease, Those Call It Pleasure, And Contentment These.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.

Luxurious Lobster-nights, Farewell, For Sober, Studious Days!

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Word Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.