How Some They Have Died, And Some

In The Negro Countenance You Will Often Meet With Strong Traits Of Benignity. I Have Felt Yearnings Of Tenderness Towards Some Of These Faces.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference.

A Man May Do Very Well With A Very Little Knowledge, And Scarce Be Found Out In Mixed Company; Everybody Is So Much More Ready To Produce His Own, Than To Call For A Display Of Your Acquisitions.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.