The Great Art Of Writing Is Knowing

Society Is Composed Of Slow Christians And Wide-awake Sinners.

Habits Are Like The Wrinkles On A Man's Brow; If You Will Smooth Out The One, I Will Smooth Out The Other.

Too Many Individuals Are Like Shakespeare's Definition Of "echo,"--babbling Gossips Of The Air.

Pity Cost Nothing And Ain't Worth Nothing.

I Don't Care How Much A Man Talks, If He Only Says It In A Few Words.