Riches, Perhaps, Do Not So Often Produce

Sorrow Is Properly That State Of The Mind In Which Our Desires Are Fixed Upon The Past Without Looking Forward To The Future.

When First The College Rolls Receive His Name, The Young Enthusiast Quilts His Ease For Fame; Through All His Veins The Fever Of Renown Burns From The Strong Contagion Of The Gown

Nature Has Given Women So Much Power That The Law Has Very Wisely Given Them Little.

God Himself, Sir, Does Not Propose To Judge A Man Until His Life Is Over. Why Should You And I?

Sir, There Is No Settling The Point Of Precedency Between A Louse And A Flea.