Death Is The Greatest Evil, Because It

Avarice Is The Miser's Dream, As Fame Is The Poet's.

We Trifle With, Make Sport Of, And Despise Those Who Are Attached To Us, And Follow Those That Fly From Us.

There Is Nothing More Likely To Drive A Man Mad, Than The Being Unable To Get Rid Of The Idea Of The Distinction Between Right And Wrong, And An Obstinate, Constitutional Preference Of The True To The Agreeable.

Confidence Gives A Fool The Advantage Over A Wise Man.

No Really Great Man Ever Thought Himself So.