One May Like The Love

Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.

False Love Is Only Blinder.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

The Shortest Pleasures Are The Sweetest.