Delay In Justice Is Injustice.

In The Morn Of Life We Are Alert, We Are Heated In Its Noon, And Only In Its Decline Do We Repose.

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.

Cruelty In All Countries Is The Companion Of Anger; But There Is Only One, And Never Was Another On The Globe, Where She Coquets Both With Anger And Mirth.

Avoid, Which Many Grave Men Have Not Done, Words Taken From Sacred Subjects And From Elevated Poetry: These We Have Seen Vilely Prostituted. Avoid Too The Society Of The Barbarians Who Misemploy Them.

Not Dancing Well, I Never Danced At All--and How Grievously Has My Heart Ached When Others Where In The Full Enjoyment Of That Conversation Which I Had No Right Even To Partake.