His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate

When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk Metaphor.

It Is The Common Fate Of The Indolent To See Their Rights Become Prey To The Active. The Conditions Upon Which God Hath Given Liberty To Man Is Eternal Vigilance; Which Condition If He Break, Servitude Is At Once The Consequence Of His Crime, And The Punishment Of His Guilt.

To Brand Man With Infamy, And Let Him Free, Is An Absurdity That Peoples Our Forests With Assassins.

My Dear Doctor, I Am Surprised To Hear You Say That I Am Coughing Very Badly, As I Have Been Practising All Night.

Madame De Stael Talks Herself Into A Beauty.