Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once.

Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs Than Friends, Or Kindred, And With Louder Cries.

Every Crime Will Bring Remorse To The Man Who Committed It

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.