A Fallible Being Will Fail Somewhere.

We Go From Anticipation To Anticipation, Not From Satisfaction To Satisfaction.

Art Hath An Enemy Called Ignorance.

Distance Either Of Time Or Place Is Sufficient To Reconcile Weak Minds To Wonderful Relations.

If A Madman Were To Come Into This Room With A Stick In His Hand, No Doubt We Should Pity The State Of His Mind; But Our Primary Consideration Would Be To Take Care Of Ourselves. We Should Knock Him Down First, And Pity Him Afterwards.

No Man Sympathizes With The Sorrows Of Vanity.