Wishes, At Least, Are The Easy Pleasures

The Sharp Employ The Sharp; Verily, A Man May Be Known By His Attorney.

Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just Tickle Her With A Hoe And She Laughs With A Harvest.

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

Nature Designed Us To Be Of Good Cheer.

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.