It Is The Dim Haze

There Is Nothing So Unready As Readiness Of Wit.

It Is, No Doubt, An Immense Advantage To Have Done Nothing, But One Should Not Abuse It.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

Poverty Treads Close Upon The Heels Of Great And Unexpected Wealth.

It Has Been Very Truly Said That The Mob Has Many Heads, But No Brains.