He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over

Pleasures, Riches, Honor And Joy Are Sure To Have Care, Disgrace, Adversity And Affliction In Their Train. There Is No Pleasure Without Pain, No Joy Without Sorrow. O The Folly Of Expecting Lasting Felicity In A Vale Of Tears, Or A Paradise In A Ruined World.

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

The True Vagrant Is The Only King Above All Comparison.

A Blush Is The Sign Which Nature Hangs Out To Show Where Chastity And Honor Dwell.

The Gift Of Prayer Is Not Always At Our Command.