The Bounds Of A Man's Knowledge Are

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.

The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever Successful.

Conscience Is A Coward, And Those Faults It Has Not Strength Enough To Prevent It Seldom Has Justice Enough To Accuse.