I Toast The Pope, But I Toast

How Many Writers Are There... Who, Breaking Up Their Subject Into Details, Destroy Its Life, And Defraud Us Of The Whole By Their Anxiety About The Parts.

I Wonder What Day I Shall Die On - One Passes Year By Year Over One's Death Day, As One Might Pass Over One's Grave.

Most People Go Not By Argument, But By Sympathies.

It Is Mutual Respect Which Makes Friendship Lasting.

When You Feel In Need Of A Compliment, Give One To Someone Else.