Self-command Is The Main Elegance.

The End Of The Human Race Will Be That It Will Eventually Die Of Civilization.

For, Truly Speaking, Whoever Provokes Me To A Good Act Or Thought Has Given Me A Pledge Of His Fidelity To Virtue,--he Has Come Under The Bonds To Adhere To That Cause To Which We Are Jointly Attached.

Those Who Live To The Future Must Always Appear Selfish To Those Who Live To The Present.

Skepticism? Yes, But A Saint Is A Skeptic Once In Twenty-four Hours.

Who Gave Thee, O Beauty, The Keys Of This Breast,-- Too Credulous Lover Of Blest And Unblest? Say, When In Lapsed Ages Thee Knew I Of Old? Or What Was The Service For Which I Was Sold?