He Left The Name At Which The

This Is My History; Like All Other Histories, A Narrative Of Misery.

Few Have Abilities So Much Needed By The Rest Of The World As To Be Caressed On Their Own Terms; And He That Will Not Condescend To Recommend Himself By External Embellishments Must Submit To The Fate Of Just Sentiment Meanly Expressed, And Be Ridiculed And Forgotten Before He Is Understood.

Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

Probably No One Will Ever Know Whether It Is Better To Wear A Nightcap Or Not.

Ah! Sir, A Boy's Being Flogged Is Not So Severe As A Man's Having The Hiss Of The World Against Him.