There Can Be No Economy Where There

Happiness Is Only To Be Found In A Recurrence To The Principles Of Human Nature; And These Will Prompt Very Simple Measures.

Silence Is The Mother Of Truth.

Every Man Has A Right To Be Conceited Until He Is Successful.

There Is Magic In The Memory Of Schoolboy Friendships; It Softens The Heart, And Even Affects The Nervous System Of Those Who Have No Heart.

An Insular Country, Subject To Fogs, And With A Powerful Middle Class, Requires Grave Statesmen.