The Life Of A Scholar

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

He Who Fights And Runs Away May Live To Fight Another Day.

Were I To Be Angry At Men Being Fools, I Could Here Find Ample Room For Declamation; But, Alas! I Have Been A Fool Myself; And Why Should I Be Angry With Them For Being Something So Natural To Every Child Of Humanity?