No Sensible Man Ever Engages, Unprepared, In

Habits Of Literary Composition Are Perfectly Familiar To Me. One Of The Rarest Of All The Intellectual Accomplishments That A Man Can Possess Is The Grand Faculty Of Arranging His Ideas. Immense Privilege! I Possess It. Do You?

But I Am A Just Man, Even To My Enemy - And I Will Acknowledge, Beforehand, That They Are Cleverer Brains Than I Thought Them

Our Words Are Giants When They Do Us An Injury, And Dwarfs When They Do Us A Service.

My Business In Life Is To Eat, Drink, Sleep, And Die. Everything Else Is Superfluity And I Will Have None Of It.

Is There Any Wilderness Of Sand In The Deserts Of Arabia, Is There Any Prospect Of Desolation Among The Ruins Of Palestine, Which Can Rival The Repelling Effect On The Eye, And The Depressing Influence On The Mind, Of An English Country Town In The First Stage Of Its Existence, And In The Transition State Of Its Prosperity?