Persecution Was At Least A Sign Of

When Temptations March Monotonously In Regiments, One Waits For To Pass.

I Know Of No More Disagreeable Sensation Than To Be Left Feeling Generally Angry Without Anybody In Particular To Be Angry At.

One Learns Little More About A Man From The Feats Of His Literary Memory Than From The Feats Of His Alimentary Canal.

The World Is A Play That Would Not Be Worth Seeing If We Knew The Plot.

As Crowds Increase We Build Our Forts Of Inattention, And The More We Talk The Easier It Is To Mean Little And Listen Not At All.