Men Become Friends By A Community Of

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

How Gloomy Would Be The Mansions Of The Dead To Him Who Did Not Know That He Should Never Die: That What Now Acts Shall Continue Its Agency, And What Now Thinks Shall Think On Forever!

Nothing Will Ever Be Attempted If All Possible Objections Must First Be Overcome.

To Be Prejudiced Is Always To Be Weak

More Knowledge May Be Gained Of A Man's Real Character By A Short Conversation With One Of His Servants Than From A Formal And Studied Narrative, Begun With His Pedigree And Ended With His Funeral.