That Man Is Worthless Who Knows How

Wisdom Is Not Attained By Years, But By Ability

I Regard That Man As Lost, Who Has Lost His Sense Of Shame.

I Trust No Rich Man Who Is Officiously Kind To A Poor Man.

Besides That, When Elsewhere The Harvest Of Wheat Is Most Abundant, There It Comes Up Less By One-fourth Than What You Have Sowed. There, Methinks, It Were A Proper Place For Men To Sow Their Wild Oats, Where They Would Not Spring Up.

All Men Love Themselves.