The Bat That Flits At Close Of

Some Say That Happiness Is Not Good For Mortals, & They Ought To Be Answered That Sorrow Is Not Fit For Immortals & Is Utterly Useless To Any One; A Blight Never Does Good To A Tree, & If A Blight Kill Not A Tree But It Still Bear Fruit, Let None Say That The Fruit Was In Consequence Of The Blight.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.

He Who Loves His Enemies Betrays His Friends; This Surely Is Not What Jesus Meant.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.