Wine Hath Drowned More Men Than The

Compliments Cost Nothing, Yet Many Pay Dear For Them.

He That Falls Into Sin Is A Man; That Grieves At It, Is A Saint; That Boasteth Of It, Is A Devil.

We Ought To See Far Enough Into A Hypocrite To See Even His Sincerity.

Great Hopes Make Great Men.

We Are Born Crying, Live Complaining, And Die Disappointed.