Cunning Proceeds From Want Of Capacity.

Reading Was The Only Amusement I Allowed Myself

Ben Franklin Was A Little Stout Later In Life And It Was Said That In Paris A Young Woman, Tapping Him On His Protruding Abdomen, Said,"dr. Franklin, If This Were On A Woman, We'd Know What To Think." And Franklin Replied,"half An Hour Ago, Mademoiselle, It Was On A Woman, And Now What Do You Think?"

The Busy Man Has Few Idle Visitors; To The Boiling Pot The Flies Come Not.

Give Me Yesterday's Bread, This Day's Flesh, And Last Year's Cider

Thou Can'st Not Joke An Enemy Into A Friend, But Thou May'st A Friend Into An Enemy.