Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Follow Love And It Will Flee, Flee Love And It Will Follow Thee.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!