We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity.

Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

Is It A Stale Remark To Say That I Have Constantly Found The Interest Excited At A Playhouse To Bear An Exact Inverse Proportion To The Price Paid For Admission?

English Physicians Kill You, The French Let You Die.

I Am Retired Leisure. I Am To Be Met With In Trim Gardens. I Am Already Come To Be Known By My Vacant Face And Careless Gesture, Perambulating At No Fixed Pace Nor With Any Settled Purpose. I Walk About; Not To And From.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.