Isolation Is The Sum Total Of Wretchedness

Neither In Tailoring Nor In Legislating Does Man Proceed By Mere Accident.

Imperfection Clings To A Person, And If They Wait Till They Are Brushed Off Entirely, They Would Spin For Ever On Their Axis, Advancing Nowhere.

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

I Never Heard Tell Of Any Clever Man That Came Of Entirely Stupid People.

Authors Are The Vanguard In The March Of Mind, The Intellectual Backwoodsmen, Reclaiming From The Idle Wilderness New Territories For The Thought And Activity Of Their Happier Brethren.