Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

A Coquette Is Like A Recruiting Sergeant, Always On The Lookout For Fresh Victims.

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

Patience Is The Strongest Of Strong Drinks; For It Kills The Giant Despair.

A Pill That The Present Moment Is Daily Bread To Thousands.