Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.

We Fear Things In Proportion To Our Ignorance Of Them.

The Life Even Of A Just Man Is A Round Of Petty Frauds; That Of A Knave A Series Of Greater. We Degrade Life By Our Follies And Vices, And Then Complain That The Unhappiness Which Is Only Their Accompaniment Is Inherent In The Constitution Of Things.

At The Best, Sarcasms, Bitter Irony, Scathing Wit, Are A Sort Of Swordplay Of The Mind. You Pink Your Adversary, And He Is Forthwith Dead; And Then You Deserve To Be Hung For It.

The Light In The World Comes Principally From Two Sources,-the Sun, And The Student's Lamp.

Cheerfulness Is An Offshoot Of Goodness And Of Wisdom.