The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale

Wisdom Is The Winner Over Good Luck.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

The Face, Not The Woman Is The Attraction.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

The Thirst After Fame Is Greater Than That After Virtue; For Who Embraces Virtue If You Take Away Its Rewards?