Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

I Do Not Believe That The Good Lord Plays Dice.

Let Me Leap Out Of The Frying-pan Into The Fire; Or, Out Of God's Blessing Into The Warm Sun.

For Historians Ought To Be Precise, Truthful, And Quite Unprejudiced, And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Cause Them To Swerve From The Path Of Truth, Whose Mother Is History, The Rival Of Time, The Depository Of Great Actions, The Witness Of What Is Past, The Example And Instruction Of The Present, The Monitor Of The Future.

I Do Not Say A Proverb Is Amiss When Aptly And Reasonably Applied, But To Be Forever Discharging Them, Right Or Wrong, Hit Or Miss, Renders Conversation Insipid And Vulgar.

Captivity Is The Greatest Of All Evils That Can Befall One.