I'm Aiming By The Time I'm Fifty

The Victims Of Ennui Paralyze All The Grosser Feelings By Excess, And Torpify All The Finer By Disuse And Inactivity. Disgusted With This World, And Indifferent About Another, They At Last Lay Violent Hands Upon Themselves, And Assume No Small Credit For The Sang Froid With Which They Meet Death. But, Alas! Such Beings Can Scarcely Be Said To Die, For They Have Never Truly Lived.

Pride Requires Very Costly Food-its Keeper's Happiness.

If Satan Ever Laughs, It Must Be At Hypocrites; They Are The Greatest Dupes He Has.

He Who Knows Himself Knows Others.

Error, When She Retraces Her Steps, Has Farther To Go Before She Can Arrive At Truth Than Ignorance.