Unmissed But By His Dogs And By

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

The Rich Are Too Indolent, The Poor Too Weak, To Bear The Insupportable Fatigue Of Thinking.

The Parson Knows Enough Who Knows A Duke.

Some Men Make Gain A Fountain, Whence Proceeds A Stream Of Liberal And Heroic Deeds; The Swell Of Pity, Not To Be Confined Within The Scanty Limits Of The Mind.