The Busiest Of Living Agents Are Certain

The Lively And Mercurial Are As Open Books, With The Leaves Turned Down At The Notable Passages. Their Souls Sit At The Windows Of Their Eyes, Seeing And To Be Seen.

Wit Is Better As A Seasoning Than As A Whole Dish By Itself.

The Trouble With Men Of Sense Is That They Are So Dreadfully In Earnest All The While.

Pure Motives Do Not Insure Perfect Results.

To Death We Owe Our Life; The Passing Of One Generation Opens A Way For Another.