Obtuseness Is Sometimes A Virtue.

The Personal Pronoun "i" Should Be The Coat Of Arms Of Some Individuals.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

There Is Nothing So Unready As Readiness Of Wit.

Mutability Is Written Upon All Things.

If Poverty Makes Man Groan, He Yawns In Opulence. When Fortune Exempts Us From Labor, Nature Overwhelms Us With Time.