Misery Loves Company.

A Wonder Then It Must Needs Be,-that There Should Be Any Man Found So Stupid And Forsaken Of Reason As To Persuade Himself, That This Most Beautiful And Adorned World Was Or Could Be Produced By The Fortuitous Concourse Of Atoms.

A Spaniel, A Woman, And A Walnut Tree, The More They're Beaten The Better They Be.

There Is No Doubt, That Man Is Not Built To Be A Carnivorous Animal. What A Sweet, Pleasing And Innocent Sight Is The Spectacle Of A Table Served That Way And What A Difference To A Make Up Of Fuming Animal Meat, Slaughtered And Dead! Man In No Way Has The Constitution Of A Carnivorous Being. Hunt And Voracity Are Unnatural To Him. Man Has Neither The Sharp Pointed Teeth Or Claws To Slaughter His Prey. On The Contrary His Hands Are Made To Pick Fruits, Berries And Vegetables And Teeth Appropriate To Chew Them.

The Wind In A Man's Face Makes Him Wise.

Children Pick Up Words As Pigeons Peas And Utter Them Again As God Shall Please.