Pride Is As Loud A Beggar As

I Have Thought That Wild Flowers Might Be The Alphabet Of Angels, — Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious Truths, Which It Is Not Given Our Fallen Nature To Understand.

But In This World Nothing Is Sure But Death And Taxes. [fr., Mais Dons Ce Monde, Il N'y A Rien D'assure Que Le Mort Et Les Impots.]

There Is Nothing Wrong With Retirement As Long As One Doesn't Allow It To Interfere With One's Work.

When You Assemble A Number Of Men To Have The Advantage Of Their Joint Wisdom, You Inevitably Assemble With Those Men All Their Prejudices, Their Passions, Their Errors Of Opinion, Their Local Interests And Their Selfish Views.

In Order For Three People To Keep A Secret, Two Must Be Dead.