A Man's Perfection Is His Work.

History Is The Distillation Of Rumour.

Long Stormy Spring-time, Wet Contentious April, Winter Chilling The Lap Of Very May; But At Length The Season Of Summer Does Come.

The Real Use Of Gunpowder Is To Make All Men Tall.

Professors Of The Dismal Science, I Perceive The Length Of Your Tether Is Now Pretty Well Run; And I Must Request You To Talk A Little Lower In The Future.

The Devil Has His Elect.