To Make A Crooked Stick

Nature Has, Herself, I Fear, Imprinted In Man A Kind Of Instinct To Inhumanity.

Other People Do Not See You At All, But Guess At You By Uncertain Conjectures.

The Greater Part Of The World's Troubles Are Due To Questions Of Grammar.

The Worst Condition Of Humans Is When They Lose Knowledge And Control Of Themselves.

There Is A Sort Of Gratification In Doing Good Which Makes Us Rejoice In Ourselves.