Every Absurdity Has A Champion To Defend

The True Use Of Speech Is Not So Much To Express Our Wants As To Conceal Them.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

One Man Is Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth, And The Other With A Wooden Ladle.

Life At The Greatest And Best Is But A Froward Child, That Must Be Humored And Coaxed A Little Till It Falls Asleep, And Then All The Care Is Over.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.