Under A Bad Cloak There Is Often

Wit And Humor Belong To Genius Alone.

All The Vices, Sancho, Bring Some Kind Of Pleasure With Them; But Envy Brings Nothing But Irritation, Bitterness, And Rage.

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

For Men May Prove And Use Their Friends, As The Poet Expresses It, Usque Ad Aras, Meaning That A Friend Should Not Be Required To Act Contrary To The Law Of God.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.