All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Those Who Write Ill, And They Who Ne'er Durst Write, Turn Critics Out Of Mere Revenge And Spite.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.