There's No Love Lost Between Us.

For Men May Prove And Use Their Friends, As The Poet Expresses It, Usque Ad Aras, Meaning That A Friend Should Not Be Required To Act Contrary To The Law Of God.

My Honor Is Dearer To Me Than My Life.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

Good Wits Jump; A Word To The Wise Is Enough.