Labor's Face Is Wrinkled With The Wind,

The Specualtist, Who Is Not Content With Superficial Views, Harasses Himself With Fruitless Curiosity; And Still, As He Inquires More, Perceives Only That He Knows Less.

The Return Of My Birthday, If I Remember It, Fills Me With Thoughts Which It Seems To Be The General Care Of Humanity To Escape.

He Who Is Extravagant Will Quickly Become Poor; And Poverty Will Enforce Dependence, And Invite Corruption.

In Matters Of Business, No Woman Stops At Integrity.

No Place Affords A More Striking Conviction Of The Vanity Of Human Hopes Than A Public Library.