Greatness And Goodness Are Not Means, But

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

If You Would Stand Well With A Great Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Yourself; If With A Little Mind, Leave Him With A Favorable Impression Of Himself.

In Politics, What Begins In Fear Usually Ends In Folly.

He Went Like One That Hath Been Stunn'd, And Is Of Sense Forlorn: A Sadder And A Wiser Man He Rose The Morrow Morn.

He Saw A Lawyer Killing A Viper On A Dunghill Hard By His Own Stable; And The Devil Smiled, For It Put Him In Mind Of Cain And His Brother Abel.