Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

A Mistress Never Is Nor Can Be A Friend. While You Agree, You Are Lovers; And When It Is Over, Anything But Friends.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?

Though Sages May Pour Out Their Wisdom's Treasure, There Is No Sterner Moralist Than Pleasure.