There's Many Witty Men Whose Brains Can't

The Poor Have Little; Beggars, None; The Rich, Too Much; Enough, Not One.

An Egg To Day Is Better Than A Hen To-morrow.

What One Relishes, Nourishes.

We Have No Poor Houses In The Colonies, And If We Had, We Would Have No One To Put In Them, As In The Colonies There Is Not A Single Unemployed Man, No Poor And No Vagabonds.

This Modesty In A Sect Is Perhaps A Singular Instance In The History Of Mankind, Every Other Sect Supposing Itself In Possession Of All Truth, And That Those Who Differ Are So Far In The Wrong ; Like A Man Traveling In Foggy Weather, Those At Some Distance Before Him On The Road He Sees Wrapped Up In The Fog, As Well As Those Behind Him, And Also The People In The Fields On Each Side, But Near Him All Appears Clear, Tho' In Truth He Is As Much In The Fog As Any Of Them.