You Have Your Face Bare; I Am

And As Hearbes And Trees Are Bettered And Fortified By Being Transplanted, So Formes Of Speach Are Embellished And Graced By Variation.... As In Our Ordinary Language, We Shall Sometimes Meete With Excellent Phrases, And Quaint Metaphors, Whose Blithnesse Fadeth Through Age, And Colour Is Tarnish By To Common Using Them.

We Are All Of Us Richer Than We Think We Are.

We Do Not Correct The Man We Hang; We Correct Others By Him.

I Determine Nothing; I Do Not Comprehend Things; I Suspend Judgment; I Examine.

For A Desperate Disease A Desperate Cure.