Books Wind Into The Heart.

Those Who Object To Wit Are Envious Of It.

Words Are The Only Things That Last For Ever.

But Of All Footmen The Lowest Class Is Literary Footmen.

It Is Well There Is No One Without Fault; For He Would Not Have A Friend In The World. He Would Seem To Belong To S Different Species.

Old Friendships Are Like Meats Served Up Repeatedly, Cold, Comfortless, And Distasteful. The Stomach Turns Against Them.