Presumption First Blinds A Man, Then Sets

Eat Few Suppers, And You'll Need Few Medicines.

Death Is A Fisherman, The World We See His Fish-pond Is, And We The Fishes Be; His Net Some General Sickness; Howe'er He Is Not So Kind As Other Fishers Be; For If They Take One Of The Smaller Fry, They Throw Him In Again, He Shall Not Die: But Death Is Sure To Kill All He Can Get, And All Is Fish With Him That Comes To Net.

I Wish It Were Possible, From This Instance, To Invent A Method Of Embalming Drowned Persons In Such A Manner That They May Be Recalled To Life At Any Period, However Distant; For Having A Very Ardent Desire To See And Observe The State Of America A Hundred Years Hence, I Should Prefer To Any Ordinary Death The Being Immersed In A Cask Of Madeira Wine With A Few Friends Till That Time, To Be Then Recalled To Life By The Solar Warmth Of My Dear Country!

Wine Makes Daily Living Easier, Less Hurried With Fewer Tensions And More Tolerance.

He's Gone, And Forgot Nothing But To Say Farewell To His Creditors