Tis True, 'tis Certain; Man, Though Dead,

Praise Is Like Ambergrease: A Little Whiff Of It, And By Snatches, Is Very Agreeable; But When A Man Holds A Whole Lump Of It To Your Nose, It Is A Stink, And Strikes You Down.

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

With The Mistake Your Life Goes In Reverse. Now You Can See Exactly What You Did Wrong Yesterday And Wrong The Day Before And Each Mistake Leads Back To Something Worse.