He Who Has The Judge For His

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Treason Pleases, But Not The Traitor.

I Do Not Believe That The Good Lord Plays Dice.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.

Every Man Is The Son Of His Own Works.