The Vices We Scoff At

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

Think It More Satisfactory To Live Richly Than Die Rich.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.