No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

Ask For A Valiant Heart Which Has Banished The Fear Of Death, Which Looks Upon Length Of Days As One Of The Least Of Nature's Gifts; Which Is Able To Suffer Every Kind Of Hardship, Is Proof Against Anger, Craves For Nothing, And Reckons The Trials And Gruelling Labours Of Hercules As More Desirable Blessings Than The Amorous Ease And The Banquets And Cushions Of Sardanapallus. The Things That I Recommend You Can Grant To Yourself.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Live On The Fame Of Others.

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

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.