We Trifle With, Make Sport

There Is Evil Poured Upon The Earth From The Overflowings Of Corruption-- Sickness, And Poverty, And Pain, And Guilt, And Madness, And Sorrow; But, As The Water From A Fountain Riseth And Sinketh To Its Level, Ceaselessly Toileth Justice To Equalize The Lots Of Men.

The Only True Retirement Is That Of The Heart; The Only True Leisure Is The Repose Of The Passions. To Such Persons It Makes Little Difference Whether They Are Young Or Old; And They Die As They Have Lived, With Graceful Resignation.

No One Ever Approaches Perfection Except By Stealth, And Unknown To Themselves.

It Is Not Fit That Every Man Should Travel; It Makes A Wise Man Better, And A Fool Worse.

The Humblest Painter Is A True Scholar; And The Best Of Scholars The Scholar Of Nature.