Man Is An Imitative Creature.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

The Rich Become Richer And The Poor Become Poorer Is A Cry Heard Throughout The Whole Civilized World.

It Does Not Prove A Thing To Be Right Because The Majority Say It Is So.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.