To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

There Is No Study That Is Not Capable Of Delighting Us After A Little Application To It.