A Great Mind Is One That Can

We Must Overact Our Part In Some Measure, In Order To Produce Any Effect At All.

The Soil Of Friendship Is Worn Out With Constant Use. Habit May Still Attach Us To Each Other, But We Feel Ourselves Fettered By It. Old Friends Might Be Compared To Old Married People Without The Tie Of Children.

You Know More Of A Road By Having Traveled It Than By All The Conjectures And Descriptions In The World.

Wit Is The Salt Of Conversation, Not The Food.

Comedy Naturally Wears Itself Out - Destroys The Very Food On Which It Lives; And By Constantly And Successfully Exposing The Follies And Weaknesses Of Mankind To Ridicule, In The End Leaves Itself Nothing Worth Laughing At.