Success Is A Fruit Of Slow Growth.

We Endeavor To Conceal Our Vices Under The Disguise Of The Opposite Virtues.

Contempt Of Others Is The Truest Symptom Of A Base And Bad Heart,--while It Suggests Itself To The Mean And The Vile, And Tickles There Little Fancy On Every Occasion, It Never Enters The Great And Good Mind But On The Strongest Motives; Nor Is It Then A Welcome Guest,--affording Only An Uneasy Sensation, And Bringing Always With It A Mixture Of Concern And Compassion.

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

Love And Scandal Are The Best Sweeteners Of Tea.

Considering The Unforeseen Events Of This World, We Should Be Taught That No Human Condition Should Inspire Men With Absolute Despair.