The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever

Death When Unmasked Shows Us A Friendly Face And Is A Terror Only At A Distance.

The Work Of Eradicating Crimes Is Not By Making Punishment Familiar, But Formidable.

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never Deprive Us Of The Conscious Happiness Of Having Acted With Humanity Ourselves.

Remote, Unfriended, Melancholy, Slow, Or By The Lazy Scheld Or Wandering Po.