All Wish To Know, But Few The

Seek Not To Shine By Borrow'd Lights Alone.

Peace Visits Not The Guilty Mind.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.