He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

A Great Source Of Calamity Lies In Regret And Anticipation; Therefore A Person Is Wise Who Thinks Of The Present Alone, Regardless Of The Past Or Future.

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

There Is Nothing So Absurd Or Ridiculous That Has Not At Some Time Been Said By Some Philosopher. Fontenelle Says He Would Undertake To Persuade The Whole Public Of Readers To Believe That The Sun Was Neither The Cause Of Light Or Heat, If He Could Only Get Six Philosophers On His Side.