It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When

I Prefer An Interesting Vice To A Virtue That Bores.

Birth Is Nothing Where Virtue Is Not

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.

Without Dance, A Man Can Do Nothing.