I Have Turned My Entire Attention To

Time Takes Away The Grief Of Men.

Nothing Is So Foolish, They Say, As For A Man To Stand For Office And Woo The Crowd To Win Its Vote, Buy Its Support With Presents, Court The Applause Of All Those Fools And Feel Self-satisfied When They Cry Their Approval, And Then In His Hour Of Triumph To Be Carried Round Like An Effigy For The Public To Stare At, And End Up Cast In Bronze To Stand In The Market Place.

'tis An Easier Matter To Raise The Devil Than To Lay Him.

This Type Of Man Who Is Devoted To The Study Of Wisdom Is Always Most Unlucky In Everything, And Particularly When It Comes To Procreating Children; I Imagine This Is Because Nature Wants To Ensure That The Evils Of Wisdom Shall Not Spread Further Throughout Mankind.

From Hence, No Question, Has Sprung An Observation ... Confirmed Now Into A Settled Opinion, That Some Long Experienced Souls In The World, Before Their Dislodging, Arrive To The Height Of Prophetic Spirits.