Beware The Fury Of A Patient Man.

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Politicians Neither Love Nor Hate.