The Pen Is The Tongue Of The

Let Me Leap Out Of The Frying-pan Into The Fire; Or, Out Of God's Blessing Into The Warm Sun.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.

It Requires A Long Time To Know Anyone.

True Valor Lies In The Middle Between Cowardice And Rashness.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.