Justice Is Always Violence To The Party

Wit Is The Fruitful Womb Where Thoughts Conceive.

She Is Always Married Too Soon, Who Gets A Bad Husband, And She Is Never Married Too Late, Who Gets A Good One.

We Are Very Fond Of Some Families Because They Can Be Traced Beyond The Conquest, Whereas Indeed The Farther Back, The Worse, As Being The Nearer Allied To A Race Of Robbers And Thieves.

As Covetousness Is The Root Of All Evil, So Poverty Is The Worst Of All Snares.

Now, Said I Aloud, My Dear Father's Words Are Come To Pass: God's Justice Has Overtaken Me, And I Have None To Help Or Hear Me: I Rejected The Voice Of Providence.