True Places Are Not Found On Maps.

Of All Insults, The Temporary Condescension Of A Master To A Slave Is The Most Outrageous And Galling. That Potentate Who Most Condescends, Mark Him Well; For That Potentate, If Occasion Come, Will Prove Your Uttermost Tyrant.

We Die Of Too Much Life.

Traveling Takes The Ink Out Of One's Pen As Well As The Cash Out Of One's Purse.

Whenever We Discover A Dislike In Us, Toward Any One, We Should Ever Be A Little Suspicious Of Ourselves.

Woe To Him Who Seeks To Please Rather Than Appall.