Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

But I Had Not Quite Fixed Whether To Make Him [don Juan] End In Hell-or In An Unhappy Marriage,-not Knowing Which Would Be The Severest.

In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Rough Johnson, The Great Moralist.