Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have Lived And Loved.

He That Is Overcautious Will Accomplish Little.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.