No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

Peace Visits Not The Guilty Mind.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Quis Costodiet Ipsos Custodies? (who Will Watch The Watchers?)

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.