I Never Desire To Converse With A

Slander Is The Revenge Of A Coward, And Dissimulation Of His Defense.

Virtue Is Too Often Merely Local.

The Feeling Of Friendship Is Like That Of Being Comfortably Filled With Roast Beef; Love, Like Being Enlivened With Champagne.

Prepare For Death, If Here At Night You Roam, And Sign Your Will Before You Sup From Home.

Instead Of Rating The Man By His Performances, We Rate Too Frequently The Performances By The Man.