We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.