Truth, When Witty, Is The Wittiest Of

Nothing Good Bursts Forth All At Once. The Lightning May Dart Out Of A Black Cloud; But The Day Sends His Bright Heralds Before Him, To Prepare The World For His Coming.

The Ancients Dreaded Death: The Christian Can Only Fear Dying.

A Christian Is God Almighty's Gentleman: A Gentleman, In The Vulgar Superficial Way Of Understanding The Word, Is The Devil's Christian.

Every Irishman, The Saying Goes, Has A Potato In His Head.

What Hypocrites We Seem To Be Whenever We Talk Of Ourselves! Our Words Sound So Humble, While Our Hearts Are So Proud.