Men Are Governed By Lines Of Intellect

I Will Not Say Nothing. I Will Defend My Church And My Religion When It Is Insulted And Spit On.

I Should Tell You That Honestly, On My Honour Of A Nearwicked, I Always Think In A Wordworth's Of That Primed Favourite Continental Poet, Daunty, Gouty And Shopkeeper, A.g., Whom The Generality Admoyers In This That Is And That This Is To Come.

People Could Put Up With Being Bitten By A Wolf But What Properly Riled Them Was A Bite From A Sheep.

If There Is Any Difficulty In What I Write, It Is Because Of The Material I Use. The Thought Is Always Simple.

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?