The Wretched Have No Friends.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

Time Glides With Undiscover'd Haste; The Future But A Length Behind The Past.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

The Commendation Of Adversaries Is The Greatest Triumph Of A Writer, Because It Never Comes Unless Extorted.