The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And

A Good Cook Is The Peculiar Gift Of The Gods. He Must Be A Perfect Creature From The Brain To The Palate, From The Palate To The Finger's End.

Clear Writers, Like Fountains, Do Not Seem So Deep As They Are; The Turbid Look The Most Profound.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt.

As We Sometimes Find One Thing While We Are Looking For Another, So, If Truth Escaped Me, Happiness And Contentment Fell In My Way.