If Only Every Man Would Make Proper

The Avarice Of The Old: It's Absurd To Increase One's Luggage As One Nears The Journey's End.

The Last Day Does Not Bring Extinction To Us, But Change Of Place. [lat., Supremus Ille Dies Non Nostri Extinctionem Sed Commutationem Affert Loci.]

In Fact The Whole Passion Ordinarily Termed Love (and Heaven Help Me If I Can Think Of Any Other Term To Apply To It) Is Of Such Exceeding Triviality That I See Nothing That I Think Comparable With It.

Few Are Those Who Wish To Be Endowed With Virtue Rather Than To Seem So.

Man Is His Own Worst Enemy.