Of All The Noises Known To Man,

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

It's True Heaven Forbids Some Pleasures, But A Compromise Can Usually Be Found.

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

We Ought Always To Conform To The Manners Of The Greater Number, And So Behave As Not To Draw Attention To Ourselves. Excess Either Way Shocks, And Every Man Truly Wise Ought To Attend To This In His Dress As Well As Language, Never To Be Affected In Anything And Follow Without Being In Too Great Haste The Changes Of Fashion.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.