It Is A Great Art

The Less We Know The More We Suspect

Man Was Created A Little Lower Than The Angels And Has Been Getting A Little Lower Ever Since.

Habits Are Like The Wrinkles On A Man's Brow; If You Will Smooth Out The One, I Will Smooth Out The Other.

A Witty Writer Is Like A Porcupine; His Quill Makes No Distinction Between Friend And Foe.

When I See A Man Of Shallow Understanding Extravagantly Clothed, I Feel Sorry - For The Clothes.