They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

The Pipe Marks The Point At Which The Orangutan Ends And Man Begins.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.