We Know Nothing Of Tomorrow, Our Business

[t]he 47th Proposition In Euclid Might Now Be Voted Down With As Much Ease As Any Proposition In Politics; And Therefore If Lord Hawkesbury Hates The Abstract Truths Of Science As Much As He Hates Concrete Truth In Human Affairs, Now Is His Time For Getting Rid Of The Multiplication Table, And Passing A Vote Of Censure Upon The Pretensions Of The Hypotenuse.

Poverty Is No Disgrace To A Man, But It Is Confoundedly Inconvenient.

Resolve To Make At Least One Person Happy Every Day, And Then In Ten Years You May Have Made Three Thousand, Six Hundred And Fifty Persons Happy, Or Brightened A Small Town By Your Contribution To The Fund Of General Enjoyment.

I Always Fear That Creation Will Expire Before Teatime.

Some Men Have Only One Book In Them, Others A Library.