Few Minds Wear Out; More Rust Out.

We Absolve A Friend From Gratitude When We Remind Him Of A Favor.

Whether One Talks Well Depends Very Much Upon Whom He Has To Talk To.

At The Best, Sarcasms, Bitter Irony, Scathing Wit, Are A Sort Of Swordplay Of The Mind. You Pink Your Adversary, And He Is Forthwith Dead; And Then You Deserve To Be Hung For It.

The Lively And Mercurial Are As Open Books, With The Leaves Turned Down At The Notable Passages. Their Souls Sit At The Windows Of Their Eyes, Seeing And To Be Seen.

It Is Of Very Little Use In Trying To Be Dignified, If Dignity Is No Part Of Your Character.