As To People Saying A Few Idle

To Manage Men One Ought To Have A Sharp Mind In A Velvet Sheath.

Souls Have Complexions Too: What Will Suit One Will Not Suit Another

Death Is The King Of This World: 'tis His Park Where He Breeds Life To Feed Him. Cries Of Pain Are Music For His Banquet.

If I Got Places, Sir, It Was Because I Made Myself Fit For 'em. If You Want To Slip Into A Round Hole, You Must First Make A Ball Of Yourself; That's Where It Is.

The Right Word Is Always A Power, And Communicates Its Definiteness To Our Action.