The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

From A Poor Man, Poor In Time, I Was Suddenly Lifted Up Into A Vast Revenue; I Could See No End Of My Possessions; I Wanted Some Steward, Or Judicious Bailiff, To Manage My Estates In Time For Me.

Who Has Not Felt How Sadly Sweet The Dream Of Home, The Dream Of Home, Steals O'er The Heart, Too Soon To Fleet, When Far O'er Sea Or Land We Roam?

A Laxity Pervades The Popular Use Of Words.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.

Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite Depraved.