Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of A Little And Narrow Mind.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

A Rare Bird On This Earth, Like Nothing So Much As A Black Swan.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.