The Multitude Which Does Not Reduce Itself

There Are Vices Which Have No Hold Upon Us, But In Connection With Others; And Which, When You Cut Down The Trunk, Fall Like The Branches.

Continuous Eloquence Wearies.

Those Who Make Antitheses By Forcing The Sense Are Like Men Who Make False Windows For The Sake Of Symmetry. Their Rule Is Not To Speak Justly, But To Make Accurate Figures.

There Are Plenty Of Maxims In The World; All That Remains Is To Apply Them.

Excuse Me, Pray." Without That Excuse I Would Not Have Known There Was Anything Amiss.