An Orator Is The Worse Person To

Did The Warwickshire Militia, Who Were Chiefly Artisans, Teach The Irish To Drink Beer, Or Did They Learn From The Irish How To Drink Whiskey?

We Perfectly Agreed In Our Ideas Of Traveling; We Hurried From Place To Place As Fast As Horses And Wheels, And Curses And Guineas, Could Carry Us.

What A Misfortune It Isto Be Bornawoman!? Why Seek For Knowledge, Which Can Prove Only That Our Wretchedness Is Irremediable? If A Ray Of Light Break In Upon Us, It Is But To Make Darkness More Visible; To Show Usthenew Limits, The Gothic Structure, Theimpenetrable Barriers Of Our Prison.

There Is No Moment Like The Present. The Man Who Will Not Execute His Resolutions When They Are Fresh Upon Him Can Have No Hope From Them Afterwards: They Will Be Dissipated, Lost, And Perish In The Hurry And Scurry Of The World, Or Sunk In The Slough Of Indolence.

Artificial Manners Vanish The Moment The Natural Passions Are Touched.