Laughter Ispleasant, Butthe Exertion Istoomuchfor Me.

The Critic Does His Utmost To Blight Genius In Its Infancy; That Which Rises In Spite Of Him He Will Not See; And Then He Complains Of The Decline Of Literature.

The Mountain Sheep Are Sweeter, But The Valley Sheep Are Fatter. We Therefore Deemed It Meeter To Carry Off The Latter.

A Book That Furnishes No Quotations, Is Me Judice, No Book, — It Is A Plaything.

The Waste Of Plenty Is The Resource Of Scarcity.

Not Drunk Is He Who From The Floor - Can Rise Alone And Still Drink More; But Drunk Is They, Who Prostrate Lies, Without The Power To Drink Or Rise.