Human Beings Cling To Their

Resolve To Make At Least One Person Happy Every Day, And Then In Ten Years You May Have Made Three Thousand, Six Hundred And Fifty Persons Happy, Or Brightened A Small Town By Your Contribution To The Fund Of General Enjoyment.

[t]he 47th Proposition In Euclid Might Now Be Voted Down With As Much Ease As Any Proposition In Politics; And Therefore If Lord Hawkesbury Hates The Abstract Truths Of Science As Much As He Hates Concrete Truth In Human Affairs, Now Is His Time For Getting Rid Of The Multiplication Table, And Passing A Vote Of Censure Upon The Pretensions Of The Hypotenuse.

Heat, Ma Am! It Was So Dreadful Here That I Found There Was Nothing Left For It But To Take Off My Flesh And Sit In My Bones.

He Who Drinks A Tumbler Of London Water Has Literally In His Stomach More Animated Beings Than There Are Men, Women, And Children On The Face Of The Globe.

Avoid Shame, But Do Not Seek Glory; Nothing So Expensive As Glory.