The Will To Do, The Soul To

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Blessed Be His Name, Who Hath Appointed The Quiet Night To Follow The Busy Day, And The Calm Sleep To Refresh The Wearied Limbs And To Compose The Troubled Spirit.

Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most Escape Us The Soonest.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Those Who Are Too Idle To Read, Save For The Purpose Of Amusement, May In These Works Acquire Some Acquaintance With History, Which, However Inaccurate, Is Better Than None.