Riches Are Able To Solder Up Abundance

Many Go Out For Wool, And Come Home Shorn Themselves.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

A Private Sin Is Not So Prejudicial In This World, As A Public Indecency.

The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The Feet The Guts.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.