A Man's Fortunes Are The Fruit Of

A Great Licentiousness Treads On The Heels Of A Reformation.

Nature Is Methodical, And Doeth Her Work Well. Time Is Never To Be Hurried.

I Didn't Find My Friends; The Good Lord Gave Them To Me.

The Perception Of The Comic Is A Tie Of Sympathy With Other Men, A Pledge Of Sanity, And A Protection From Those Perverse Tendencies And Gloomy Insanities In Which Fine Intellects Sometimes Lose Themselves. A Rogue Alive To The Ludicrous Is Still Convertible. If That Sense Is Lost, His Fellow-men Can Do Little For Him.

Every Mind Must Make Its Choice Between Truth And Repose. It Cannot Have Both.