Who Drives Fat Oxen Should Himself Be

The Feeling Of Friendship Is Like That Of Being Comfortably Filled With Roast Beef; Love, Like Being Enlivened With Champagne.

Whatever You Have Spend Less.

No Man Was More Foolish When He Had Not A Pen In His Hand, Or More Wise When He Had

Resentment Is A Union Of Sorrow With Malignity; A Combination Of A Passion Which All Endeavor To Avoid With A Passion Which All Concur To Detest.

Virtue Is Too Often Merely Local.