A Man Must Have A Good Deal

A Nod From A Lord Is A Breakfast For A Fool.

I Hope...that Mankind Will At Length, As They Call Themselves Reasonable Creatures, Have Reason And Sense Enough To Settle Their Differences Without Cutting Throats; For In My Opinion There Never Was A Good War, Or A Bad Peace.

When Men And Woman Die, As Poets Sung, His Heart's The Last Part Moves, Her Last, The Tongue.

Poverty Wants Some Things, Luxury Many Things, Avarice All Things

I Never Turned To Drink. It Seemed To Turn To Me.