The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is

To Be Yourself In A World That Is Constantly Trying To Make You Something Else Is The Greatest Accomplishment.

One Must Be An Inventor To Read Well.

A Seashell Should Be The Crest Of England, Not Only Because It Represents A Power Built On The Waves, But Also The Hard Finish Ofthe Men. The Englishman Is Finished Like A Cowry Or A Murex.

Every Reform Was Once A Private Opinion.

Manners Require Time, And Nothing Is More Vulgar Than Haste.