Nine Men In Ten Are Suicides.

He That Riseth Late, Must Trot All Day, And Shall Scarce Overtake His Business At Night.

A Dying Man Can Do Nothing Easy.

A Little Neglect May Breed Great Mischief. ... For Want Of A Nail, The Shoe Was Lost; For Want Of A Shoe, The Horse Was Lost; For Want Of A Horse, The Battle Was Lost; For Want Of The Battle, The War Was Lost.

We Should Make The Poor Uncomfortable And Kick Them Out Of Poverty.

I Think That A Young State, Like A Young Virgin, Should Modestly Stay At Home, And Wait The Application Of Suitors For An Alliance With Her; And Not Run About Offering Her Amity To All The World; And Hazarding Their Refusal. Our Virgin Is A Jolly One; And Tho At Present Not Very Rich, Will In Time Be A Great Fortune, And Where She Has A Favorable Predisposition, It Seems To Me Well Worth Cultivating.