Miracle Me No Miracles.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

My Honor Is Dearer To Me Than My Life.

The Reputation Of A Woman May Also Be Compared To A Mirror Of Crystal, Shining And Bright, But Liable To Be Sullied By Every Breath That Comes Near It.