Cast Your Cares On God; That Anchor

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.

Clever People Seem Not To Feel The Natural Pleasure Of Bewilderment, And Are Always Answering Questions When The Chief Relish Of A Life Is To Go On Asking Them.

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.

When Temptations March Monotonously In Regiments, One Waits For To Pass.

Politics Is A Place Of Humble Hopes And Strangely Modest Requirements, Where All Are Good Who Are Not Criminal And All Are Wise Who Are Not Ridiculously Otherwise.