The Lover Is Made Happier By His

The Virtues Of Society Are The Vices Of The Saints.

The Terrible Tabulation Of The French Statists Brings Every Piece Of Whim And Humor To Be Reducible Also To Exact Numerical Ratios. If One Man In Twenty Thousand, Or In Thirty Thousand, Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother, Then, In Every Twenty Thousand, Or Thirty Thousand, Is Found One Man Who Eats Shoes, Or Marries His Grandmother.

We Learn That God Is; That He Is In Me; And That All Things Are Shadows Of Him.

Take Egotism Out And You Would Castrate The Benefactors.

We Expect A Great Man To Be A Good Reader.