There Is No Detraction Worse Than To

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

There Is No One Subsists By Himself Alone.

There Is No Belittling Worse Than To Over Praise A Man.

Business Is The Salt Of Life, Which Not Only Gives A Grateful Smack To It, But Dries Up Those Crudities That Would Offend, Preserves From Putrefaction And Drives Off All Those Blowing Flies That Would Corrupt It.