No Mind Is Much Employed Upon The

I Am Always Sorry When Any Language Is Lost, Because Languages Are The Pedigrees Of Nations.

Genius Is That Energy Which Collects, Combines, Amplifies, And Animates.

The Happiness Of London Is Not To Be Conceived But By Those Who Have Been In It.

Is Not A Patron One Who Looks With Unconcern On A Man Struggling For Life In The Water, And, When He Has Reached Ground, Encumbers Him With Help?

To Let Friendship Die Away By Negligence And Silence Is Certainly Not Wise. It Is Voluntarily To Throw Away One Of The Greatest Comforts Of The Weary Pilgrimage.