Poor People Make A Very Poor Business

We Die, Because We Live.

For Small Erections May Be Finished By Their First Architects; Grand Ones, True Ones, Ever Leave The Copestone To Posterity. God Keep Me From Ever Completing Anything. This Whole Book Is But A Draught—nay, But The Draught Of A Draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, And Patience!

Can It Be, That The Greek Grammarians Invented Their Dual Number For The Particular Benefit Of Twins?

Better To Sleep With A Sober Cannibal Than A Drunken Christian.

For In Tremendous Extremities Human Souls Are Like Drowning Men; Well Enough They Know They Are In Peril; Well Enough They Know The Causes Of That Peril;--nevertheless, The Sea Is The Sea, And These Drowning Men Do Drown.