Nothing Costs Less Nor Is Cheaper Than

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

That Which Costs Little Is Less Valued.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.