All men think that all men are mortal but themselves. >>
The man that makes a character, makes foes. >>
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little w >>
But there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen before w >>
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and >>
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hour >>
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.