It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery

There Is Nothing So Unready As Readiness Of Wit.

It Is, No Doubt, An Immense Advantage To Have Done Nothing, But One Should Not Abuse It.

If Poverty Makes Man Groan, He Yawns In Opulence. When Fortune Exempts Us From Labor, Nature Overwhelms Us With Time.

To Be Ungrateful Is To Be Unnatural. The Head May Be Thus Guilty, Not The Heart.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.