Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

God Said, "let Us Make Man In Our Image." Man Said, 'let Us Make God In Our Image.

O This Itch Of The Ear, That Breaks Out At The Tongue! Were Not Curiosity So Over-busy, Detraction Would Soon Be Starved To Death.

Some People Are So Fond Of Ill Luck That They Run Halfway To Meet It.

Wishes, At Least, Are The Easy Pleasures Of The Poor.

The Sharp Employ The Sharp.