Were We As Eloquent As Angels We

The Excesses Of Our Youth Are Drafts Upon Our Old Age.

The Grecian’s Maxim Would Indeed Be A Sweeping Clause In Literature; It Would Reduce Many A Giant To A Pygmy; Many A Speech To A Sentence; And Many A Folio To A Primer.

Our Wealth Is Often A Snare To Ourselves, And Always A Temptation To Others.

Wit May Do Very Well For A Mistress, But [i] Should Prefer Reason For A Wife.

Criticism Is Like Champagne, Nothing More Execrable If Bad, Nothing More Excellent If Good; If Meagre, Muddy, Vapid And Sour, Both Are Fit Only To Engender Colic And Wind; But If Rich, Generous And Sparkling, They Communicate A Genial Glow To The Spirits, Improve The Taste, And Expand The Heart.