Literature, Like A Gypsy, To Be Picturesque,

Not Peace At Any Price! Chains Are Worse Than Bayonets.

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

Luck, Mere Luck May Make Even Madness Wisdom.

Slugs Crawl And Crawl Over Our Cabbages, Like The World's Slander Over A Good Name. You May Kill Them, It Is True; But There Is The Slime.

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.