Language Is The Dress Of Thought.

I Am A Hardened And Shameless Tea Drinker, Who Has, For Twenty Years, Diluted His Meals With Only The Infusion Of This Fascinating Plant; Whose Kettle Has Scarcely Time To Cool; Who With Tea Amuses The Evening, With Tea Solaces The Midnight, And, With Tea, Welcomes The Morning.

The Business Of Life Is To Go Forward.

Every Man Wishes To Be Wise, And They Who Cannot Be Wise Are Almost Always Cunning.

Corneille Is To Shakespeare As A Clipped Hedge Is To A Forest.

The Wise Man Applauds He Who He Thinks Most Virtuous; The Rest Of The World Applauds The Wealthy.