Some People Are Proud Of Their Humility.

Fear Secretes Acids; But Love And Trust Are Sweet Juices.

A Man Without Mirth Is Like Wagon Without Springs, In Which One Is Caused Disagreeably To Jolt By Every Pebble Over Which It Turns.

In The Morning, We Carry The World Like Atlas; At Noon, We Stoop And Bend Beneath It; And At Night, It Crushes Us Flat To The Ground.

Laws Are Not Masters But Servants, And He Rules Them Who Obey Them.

The Mischiefs Of Anarchy Have Been Equaled By The Mischiefs Of Government.