There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed

Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another, Superficially, Casually, Throwing Contempt On One Another, With But Little Reason, And No Charity.

When They Are Gay, The Waves Echo Their Gaiety; But When They Are Sad, Then Every Breaker, As It Rolls, Seems To Bring Additional Sadness, And To Speak To Us Of Hopelessness And Of The Pettiness Of All Our Joys.

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant When It Is Crushed.

When Will You Give Up These Mad Adventures, And Leave Others To Fight Their Own Battles And To Save Their Own Lives As Best They May?' When Your Ladyship Has Ceased To Be The Most Admired Woman In Europe, Namely, When I Am In My Grave.

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops