Hope Is A Working-man's Dream.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

True Happiness Consists In Being Considered Deserving Of It.

This Only Is Certain, That There Is Nothing Certain.

The Enjoyments Of This Life Are Not Equal To Its Evils.

Chance Is A Second Master.