Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of

Laughter Is One Of The Very Privileges Of Reason, Being Confined To The Human Species.

The Fearful Unbelief Is Unbelief In Yourself.

All Work Is As Seed Sown; It Grows And Spreads, And Sows Itself Anew.

Little Other Than A Red Tape Talking-machine, And Unhappy Bag Of Parliamentary Eloquence.

A Background Of Wrath, Which Can Be Stirred Up To The Murderous Infernal Pitch, Does Lie In Every Man.