The Breath Of The Mind Is Attention.

Tormented By The Cursed Ambition Always To Put A Whole Book In A Page, A Whole Page In A Sentence, And This Sentence In A Word. I Am Speaking Of Myself.

In Bringing Up A Child, Think Of Its Old Age.

There Is Always Some Frivolity In Excellent Minds; They Have Wings To Rise, But Also Stray.

Think Of The Ills From Which You Are Exempt.

When One Has Too Great A Dread Of What Is Impending, One Feels Some Relief When The Trouble Has Come.