There's Only One Truth About War: People

Easy Writings Curse Is Hard Reading.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.

That Old Man Dies Prematurely Whose Memory Records No Benefits Conferred. They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.

Satires And Lampoons On Particular People Circulate More By Giving Copies In Confidence To The Friends Of The Parties, Than By Printing Them.

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.