A Coxcomb Is One Whom Simpletons Believe

Love Receives Its Death-wound From Aversion, And Forgetfulness Buries It.

If Some Persons Died, And Others Did Not Die, Death Would Be A Terrible Affliction.

It Is A Fool's Privilege To Laugh At An Intelligent Man.

Too Great Carelessness, Equally With Excess In Dress, Multiplies The Wrinkles Of Old Age, And Makes Its Decay Still More Conspicuous.

We Should Keep Silent About Those In Power; To Speak Well Of Them Almost Implies Flattery; To Speak Ill Of Them While They Are Alive Is Dangerous, And When They Are Dead Is Cowardly.