Speech Is External Thought, And Thought Internal

It Has Been Very Truly Said That The Mob Has Many Heads, But No Brains.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

Familiarity Is The Root Of The Closest Friendships, As Well As The Interests Hatreds.

Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.