Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

If By The People You Understand The Multitude, The Hoi Polloi, 'tis No Matter What They Think; They Are Sometimes In The Right, Sometimes In The Wrong; Their Judgment Is A Mere Lottery.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.