Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals Know From Doctors And Imagination Flow.

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.