No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

An Incurable Itch For Scribbling Takes Possession Of Many, And Grows Inveterate In Their Insane Breasts.

The Fisherman Could Perhaps Be Bought For Less Than The Fish.

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.