Pity Is Like Eating Mustard Without Beef.

Nothing Good Bursts Forth All At Once. The Lightning May Dart Out Of A Black Cloud; But The Day Sends His Bright Heralds Before Him, To Prepare The World For His Coming.

Examples Would Indeed Be Excellent Things Were Not People So Modest That None Will Set, And So Vain That None Will Follow Them.

Happy The Boy Whose Mother Is Tired Of Talking Nonsense To Him Before He Is Old Enough To Know The Sense Of It.

Pity Is Like Eating Mustard Without Beef.

The Question Is Not Whether A Doctrine Is Beautiful But Whether It Is True. When We Wish To Go To A Place, We Do Not Ask Whether The Road Leads Through A Pretty Country, But Whether It Is The Right Road.