Social Sorrow Loses Half Its Pain.

I Soon Found That Wit, Like Every Other Power, Has Its Boundaries; That Its Success Depends Upon The Aptitude Of Others To Receive Impressions; And That As Some Bodies, Indissoluble By Heat, Can Set The Furnace And Crucible At Defiance, There Are Min

I Am Always Sorry When Any Language Is Lost, Because Languages Are The Pedigrees Of Nations.

The Eye Of The Mind, Like That Of The Body, Can Only Extend Its View To New Objects, By Losing Sight Of Those Which Are Now Before It.

When A Man Says He Had Pleasure With A Woman He Does Not Mean Conversation.

Whatever You Have Spend Less.