I Feel An Army In My Fist.

The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.