A Small Country Town Is Not The

I Do Not Care To Speak Ill Of A Man Behind His Back, But I Believe He Is An Attorney.

Man Alone Is Born Crying, Lives Complaining, And Dies Disappointed.

Fear Naturally Quickens The Flight Of Guilt.

The Necessities Of Our Condition Require A Thousand Offices Of Tenderness, Which Mere Regard For The Species Will Never Dictate.

There Is No Crime More Infamous Than The Violation Of Truth. It Is Apparent That Men Can Be Social Beings No Longer Than They Believe Each Other. When Speech Is Employed Only As The Vehicle Of Falsehood, Every Man Must Disunite Himself From Others, Inhabit His Own Cave And Seek Prey Only For Himself.