I Build Only Living Stones--men.

Can There Be Any Greater Dotage In The World Than For One To Guide And Direct His Courses By The Sound Of A Bell, And Not By His Own Judgment.

If The Skies Fall, One May Hope To Catch Larks.

The Belly Has No Ears Nor Is It To Be Filled With Fair Words.

Few And Signally Blessed Are Those Whom Jupiter Has Destined To Be Cabbage-planters. For They've Always One Foot On The Ground Andthe Other Not Far From It. Anyone Is Welcome To Argue About Felicity And Supreme Happiness. But The Man Who Plants Cabbages I Now Positively Declare To Be The Happiest Of Mortals.

Death Is The Vast Perhaps.