No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger.,

I Will Not Say That Women Have No Character; Rather, They Have A New One Every Day.

Oh Fair, Oh Sweet And Holy As Dew At Morning Tide, I Gaze On Thee, And Yearnings, Sad In My Bosom Hide.

The Real Madness Probably Is Not Another Thing That The Wisdom Itself That, Tired Of Discovering The Shames Of The World, Has Taken The Intelligent Resolution To Become Mad

Talking And Eloquence Are Not The Same: To Speak And To Speak Well Are Two Things. A Fool May Talk, But A Wise Man Speaks.

A Blaspheming Frenchman Is A Spectacle More Pleasing To The Lord Than A Praying Englishman.