Heaven Be Thanked, We Live

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Learn To Write Well, Or Not To Write At All.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.