Wit Is The Flower Of The Imagination.

Toil And Pleasure, In Their Natures Opposite, Are Yet Linked Together In A Kind Of Necessary Connection.

Toil And Pleasure, Dissimilar In Nature, Are Nevertheless United By A Certain Natural Bond.

The Sun Has Not Yet Set For All Time.

No Crime Can Ever Be Defended On Rational Grounds.

Never Is Work Without Reward, Or Reward Without Work.