What Is Bad? All That Proceeds From

Ah, There Are So Many Things Betwixt Heaven And Earth Of Which Only The Poets Have Dreamed!

The Sensible Author Writes For No Other Posterity Than His Own--that Is, For His Age--so As To Be Able Even Then To Take Pleasurein Himself.

Only Where There Are Graves Are There Resurrections.

To The Mean All Becomes Mean.

The Thought Of Suicide Is A Great Source Of Comfort: With It A Calm Passage Is To Be Made Across Many A Bad Night.