Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews

Great Talent Has Always A Little Madness Mixed Up With It.

Breathes There The Man With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land.

Recollect That The Almighty, Who Gave The Dog To Be Companion Of Our Pleasures And Our Toils, Hath Invested Him With A Nature Noble And Incapable Of Deceit.

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

Ridicule Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.