Wrong Is But Falsehood Put In Practice.

I Delight In The Diffusion Of Learning; Yet, I Must Confess It, I Am Most Gratified And Transported At Finding A Large Quantity Of It In One Place; Just As I Would Rather Have A Solid Pat Of Butter At Breakfast, Than A Splash Of Grease Upon The Table-cloth That Covers Half Of It.

Men, Like Nails, Lose Their Usefulness When They Lose Their Direction And Begin To Bend.

In The Morn Of Life We Are Alert, We Are Heated In Its Noon, And Only In Its Decline Do We Repose.

We Are No Longer Happy So Soon As We Wish To Be Happier.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.