Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

To Obtain A Man's Opinion Of You, Make Him Mad.

Why Can't Somebody Give Us A List Of Things That Everybody Thinks And Nobody Says, And Another List Of Things That Everybody Says And Nobody Thinks?

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

Put Not Your Trust In Money, But Put Your Money In Trust.