Pin Thy Faith To No Man's Sleeve.

Sarcasm I Now See To Be, In General, The Language Of The Devil; For Which Reason I Have Long Since As Good As Renounced It.

Every Noble Work Is At First Impossible.

The Press Is The Fourth Estate Of The Realm.

He Who Could Foresee Affairs Three Days In Advance Would Be Rich For Thousands Of Years.

I Know So Little About Any History. How Little Do I Know Even About The History Of Myself.