Grief Is A Species Of Idleness.

We Never Do Anything Consciously For The Last Time Without Sadness Of Heart.

Sir, If A Man Has A Mind To Prance, He Must Study At Christ Church And All Souls.

Never Trust Your Tongue When Your Heart Is Bitter.

A Man Is Not Obliged Honestly To Answer A Question Which Should Not Properly Be Put.

From Ignorance Our Comfort Flows, The Only Wretched Are The Wise