Arrogance Is The Act Of The Great;

Virtues Neglected Then, Adored Become, And Graces Slighted, Blossom On The Tomb.

There Is No Mind So Weak And Powerless As Not To Have Its Inclinations, And None So Guarded As To Be Without Its Prepossessions.

The Wife Was Pretty, Trifling, Childish, Weak; She Could Not Think, But Would Not Cease To Speak.

Let's Learn To Live, For We Must Die Alone.

Who Often Reads, Will Sometimes Wish To Write.