A Parsimony Of Words Prodigal Of Sense.

Where Knowledge Ends, Religion Begins.

Taste, When Once Obtained, May Be Said To Be No Acquiring Faculty, And Must Remain Stationary; But Knowledge Is Of Perpetual Growth And Has Infinite Demands. Taste, Like An Artificial Canal, Winds Through A Beautiful Country, But Its Borders Are Confined And Its Term Is Limited. Knowledge Navigates The Ocean, And Is Perpetually On Voyages Of Discovery.

A Conservative Government Is An Organized Hypocrisy.

Every Moment Is Travel - If Understood.

Everyone Likes Flattery; And When You Come To Royalty You Should Lay It On With A Trowel.