Shakespeare Is Not Our Poet, But The

No Thoroughly Occupied Person Was Ever Found Really Miserable.

If In Argument We Can Make A Man Angry With Us, We Have Drawn Him From His Vantage Ground And Overcome Him.

Men, Like Nails, Lose Their Usefulness When They Lose Their Direction And Begin To Bend.

The Present, Like A Note In Music, Is Nothing But As It Appertains To What Is Past And What Is To Come.

The Most Pernicious Of Absurdities Is That Weak, Blind, Stupid Faith Is Better Than The Constant Practice Of Every Human Virtue.