No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More Conspicuous And More Guilty In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender

Let Nothing Offensive To The Ear Or The Eye Enter These Thresholds, Within Which Youth Dwells.