Knavery Is Ever Suspicious Of Knavery.

Young Men Soon Give, And Soon Forget, Affronts; Old Age Is Slow In Both.

Their Is No Defense Against Criticism Except Obscurity.

The Stars Shall Fade Away, The Sun Himself Grow Dim With Age, And Nature Sink In Years, But Thou Shalt Flourish In Immortal Youth, Unhurt Amidst The Wars Of Elements, The Wrecks Of Matter, And The Crush Of Worlds.

Mankind Are More Indebted To Industry Than Ingenuity; The Gods Set Up Their Favors At A Price, And Industry Is The Purchaser.

A Man’s First Care Should Be To Avoid The Reproaches Of His Own Heart.