The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon

No Man So Wise That He May Not Easily Err If He Takes No Other Counsel Than His Own. He That Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Love That Is Ignorant And Hatred Have Almost The Same Ends.

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.