None Are So Fond Of Secrets As

Silence Is Less Injurious Than A Weak Reply.

Sensibility Would Be A Good Portress If She Had But One Hand; With Her Right She Opens The Door To Pleasure, But With Her Left To Pain.

We Often Regret We Did Not Do Otherwise, When That Very Otherwise Would, In All Probability, Have Done For Us.

Commerce Flourishes By Circumstances, Precarious, Transitory, Contingent, Almost As The Winds And Waves That Bring It To Our Shores.

Is There Anything More Tedious Than The Often Repeated Tales Of The Old And Forgetful?