It Is Strange What Society Will Endure

What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled Waters, Where The Soul, Like A Vexed Bark, Is Tossed Upon The Waves Of Pain And Pleasure By The Wavering Breath Of Passions.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

The Old Proverb, Applied To Fire And Water, May With Equal Truth Be Applied To The Imagination - It Is A Good Servant, But A Bad Master.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.