I Despise Making The Most Of One's

A Great Man Represents A Great Ganglion In The Nerves Of Society, Or To Vary The Figure, A Strategic Point In The Campaign Of History, And Part Of His Greatness Consists In His Being There.

Life Is A Fatal Complaint, And An Eminently Contagious One.

The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty, Is To Put All One's Powers Towards Some Great End.

In Order To Know Whether A Human Being Is Young Or Old, Offer It Food Of Different Kinds At Short Intervals. If Young, It Will Eat Anything At Any Hour Of The Day Or Night.

There Is Nothing Earthly That Lasts So Well, As Money. A Man's Learning Dies With Him, As Does His Virtues Fade Out Of Remembrance, But The Dividends On The Stocks He Bequeaths To His Children Live And Keep His Memory Green.