Cats Ask Plainly For What They Want.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

Justice Is Often Pale And Melancholy; But Gratitude, Her Daughter, Is Constantly In The Flow Of Spirits And The Bloom Of Loveliness.

A True Philosopher Is Beyond The Reach Of Fortune.

It Often Comes Into My Head That We May Dream When We Are Dead, But I Am Far From Sure We Do. O That It Were So! Then My Rest Would Be Indeed Among The Blest; I Should For Ever Dream Of You.

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.