Every Knave Is A Thorough Knave, And

He Who Says There Is No Such Thing As An Honest Man, You May Be Sure Is Himself A Knave.

But The Velocities Of The Velocities - The Second, Third, Fourth, And Fifth Velocities, Etc. - Exceed, If I Mistake Not, All Human Understanding.

The Fawning Courtier And The Surly Squire Often Mean The Same Thing,--each His Own Interest.

The Same Principles Which At First View Lead To Skepticism, Pursued To A Certain Point, Bring Men Back To Common Sense.

I Am Apt To Think, If We Knew What It Was To Be An Angel For One Hour, We Should Return To This World, Though It Were To Sit On The Brightest Throne In It, With Vastly More Loathing And Reluctance Than We Would Now Descend Into A Loathsome Dungeon Or Sepulchre.