A Blaze First Pleases And Then Tires

The Excellence Of Aphorisms Consists Not So Much In The Expression Of Some Rare Or Abstruse Sentiment, As In The Comprehension Of Some Useful Truth In A Few Words.

Wheresoe'er I Turn My View, All Is Strange, Yet Nothing New: Endless Labor All Along, Endless Labor To Be Wrong: Phrase That Time Has Flung Away; Uncouth Words In Disarray, Trick'd In Antique Ruff And Bonnet, Ode, And Elegy, And Sonnet.

Most Men Are Unwilling To Be Taught.

To Keep Your Secret Is Wisdom; But To Expect Others To Keep It Is Folly.

Sorrow Is The Mere Rust Of The Soul. Activity Will Cleanse And Brighten It.