I Have Never Yet Met Anyone Who

Sickness Is Mankind's Greatest Defect.

If There Were Only Turnips And Potatoes In The World, Someone Would Complain That Plants Grow The Wrong Way.

How Did Mankind Ever Come By The Idea Of Liberty? What A Grand Thought It Was!

A Writer Who Wishes To Be Read By Posterity Must Not Be Averse To Putting Hints Which Might Give Rise To Whole Books, Or Ideas For Learned Discussions, In Some Corner Of A Chapter So That One Should Think He Can Afford To Throw Them Away By The Thousand.

How Happily Some People Would Live If They Troubled Themselves As Little About Other People's Business As About Their Own.