It Is The Wretchedness Of Being Rich

All Mirrors Are Magical Mirrors, And We Never See Our Faces In Them.

The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body Scandalize The Soul; But It Has To Come To Heel.

Don't Laugh At Youth For His Affectations; He Is Only Trying On One Face After Another To Find His Own.

A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be The Perfect Friend, Did Not That Love Shut His Door On Me.

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.