A Man Separated From His Reflective Belt

My Father's Little Library Consisted Chiefly Of Books In Polemic Divinity, Most Of Which I Read, And Have Since Often Regretted That, At A Time When I Had Such A Thirst For Knowledge, More Proper Books Had Not Fallen In My Way Since It Was Now Resolved I Should Not Be A Clergyman.

Life Is A Kind Of Chess.

A Word To The Wise Is Enough, And Many Words Won't Fill A Bushel.

Sloth Makes All Things Difficult, But Industry All Easy; And He That Riseth Late Must Trot All Day, And Shall Scarce Overtake His Business At Night; While Laziness Travels So Slowly, That Poverty Soon Overtakes Him.

Squeamish Stomachs Cannot Eat Without Pickles.