Virtue Is A Beautiful Thing In Woman

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.

Some People Are So Fond Of Ill Luck That They Run Halfway To Meet It.

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

If An Earthquake Were To Engulf England Tomorrow, The English Would Manage To Meet And Dine Somewhere Among The Rubbish, Just To Celebrate The Event.

We Love Peace, As We Abhor Pusillanimity; But Not Peace At Any Price.