Few Minds Wear Out; More Rust Out.

An Ambition To Excel In Petty Things Obstructs The Progress To Nobler Aims.

Like The Withered Roses Of A Once Gay Garland, The Feelings Of Youth Command In Age A Melancholy Interest.

We Should Not So Much Esteem Our Poverty As A Misfortune, Were It Not That The World Treats It So Much As A Crime

The Body Of A Sensualist Is The Coffin Of A Dead Soul.

Elements Of The Heroic Exist In Almost Every Individual: It Is Only The Felicitous Development Of Them All In One That Is Rare.