But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of

I Always Get The Better When I Argue Alone.

Logicians Have But Ill Defined As Rational The Human Mind; Reason, They Say, Belongs To Man, But Let Them Prove It If They Can.

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

There Are But Few Talents Requisite To Become A Popular Preacher; For The People Are Easily Pleased If They Perceive Any Endeavors In The Orator To Please Them. The Meanest Qualifications Will Work This Effect If The Preacher Sincerely Sets About It.