Poverty Is The Mother Of Crime.

"sweep Me Up And Send Me Where You Please." For There I Will Retain My Spirit, Tranquil And Content, As Long As It Can Feel And Act In Harmony With Its Own Nature. Is A Change Of Place Enough Reason For My Soul To Become Unhappy And Worn, For Me To Become Depressed, Humbled, Cowering, And Afraid? Can You Discover Any Reasons For This?

Does A Man Shrink From Change? Why, What Can Come Into Being Save By Change?

To No Man Make Yourself A Boon Companion: Your Joy Will Be Less But Less Will Be Your Grief

As For Literature, Thefts Cannot Harm It, While The Lapse Of Ages Augments Its Value

For Outward Show Is A Wonderful Perverter Of The Reason.