One Should Not Talk Of Hatters In

Let Us Not Throw The Rope After The Bucket.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

It Seldom Happens That Any Felicity Comes So Pure As Not To Be Tempered And Allayed By Some Mixture Of Sorrow.

I Do Not Say A Proverb Is Amiss When Aptly And Reasonably Applied, But To Be Forever Discharging Them, Right Or Wrong, Hit Or Miss, Renders Conversation Insipid And Vulgar.