All Offences Come From The Heart.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!