Dare To Do Things Worthy Of Imprisonment

No One Ever Became Thoroughly Bad In One Step.

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

The Act Of God Injures No One.

We Are Too Quick To Imitate Depraved Examples.