Death Is The Greatest Evil,

A Woman's Vanity Is Interested In Making The Object Of Her Choice The God Of Her Idolatry.

Horus Non Numero Nisi Serenas (i Count Only The Sunny Hours).

The Expression Of A Gentleman's Face Is Not So Much That Of Refinement, As Of Flexibility, Not Of Sensibility And Enthusiasm As Of Indifference; It Argues Presence Of Mind Rather Than Enlargement Of Ideas.

Avarice Is The Miser's Dream, As Fame Is The Poet's.

A Great Man La An Abstraction Of Some One Excellence; But Whoever Fancies Himself An Abstraction Of Excellence, So Far From Being Great, May Be Sure That He Is A Blockhead, Equally Ignorant Of Excellence Or Defect Of Himself Or Others.