All That I Am My Mother Made

All Men Profess Honesty As Long As They Can. To Believe All Men Honest Would Be Folly. To Believe None So Is Something Worse.

Man Wants But Little Here Below Nor Wants That Little Long, 'tis Not With Me Exactly So; But 'tis So In The Song. My Wants Are Many, And, If Told, Would Muster Many A Score; And Were Each Wish A Mint Of Gold, I Still Should Long For More.

To Furnish The Means Of Acquiring Knowledge Is The Greatest Benefit That Can Be Conferred Upon Mankind. It Prolongs Life Itself, And Enlarges The Sphere Of Existence.

Occasional War Is One Of The Rigorous Instruments In The Hands Of Providence To Give Tone To The Character Of Nations.

The Gigantic Intellect, The Envious Temper, The Ravenous Ambition And The Rotten Heart Of Daniel Webster.