In Idleness There Is A Perpetual Despair.

War Is A Quarrel Between Two Thieves Too Cowardly To Fight Their Own Battle.

Self-contemplation Is Infallibly The Symptom Of Disease.

The Public Is Anold Woman.let Her Maunderand Mumble.

No Nobler Feeling Than This, Of Admiration For One Higher Than Himself, Dwells In The Breast Of Man. It Is To This Hour, And At All Hours, The Vivifying Influence In Man's Life.

Of All Your Troubles, Great And Small, The Greatest Are The Ones That Don't Happen At All.