I Am The Happiest Man Alive. I

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves?

Women Do Most Delight In Revenge.

He Is Like To Be Mistaken Who Makes Choice Of A Covetous Man For A Friend, Or Relieth Upon The Reed Of Narrow And Poltroon Friendship. Pitiful Things Are Only To Be Found In The Cottages Of Such Breasts; But Bright Thoughts, Clear Deeds, Constancy, Fidelity, Bounty And Generous Honesty Are The Gems Of Noble Minds, Wherein (to Derogate From None) The True, Heroic English Gentleman Hath No Peer.

The Heart Of Man Is The Place The Devil Dwells In; I Feel Sometimes A Hell Within Myself.