He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against

We Are No Longer Happy So Soon As We Wish To Be Happier.

Such Is Our Impatience, Such Our Hatred Of Procrastination, To Everything But The Amendment Of Our Practices And The Adornment Of Our Nature, One Would Imagine We Were Dragging Time Along By Force, And Not He Us.

Ambition Is But Avarice On Stilts, And Masked. God Sometimes Sends A Famine, Sometimes A Pestilence, And Sometimes A Hero, For The Chastisement Of Mankind; None Of Them Surely For Our Admiration.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.

In Argument, Truth Always Prevails Finally; In Politics, Falsehood Always.