Luxury Is More Deadly Than

Have The Courage To Do Something Which Deserves Transportation If You Want To Be Somebody.

I Only Feel, But Want The Power To Paint.

The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind And Hence So Dear To Poor Weak Woman Kind. [lat., Vindicta Nemo Magis Gaudet, Quam Femina.]

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.