What A Strange Narrowness Of

The Future Is Bought With The Present.

I Am Not So Lost In Lexicography As To Forget That Words Are The Daughters Of Earth, And That Things Are The Sons Of Heaven.

There Is Nothing, Sir, Too Little For So Little A Creature As Man. It Is By Studying Little Things That We Attain The Great Art Of Having As Little Misery And As Much Happiness As Possible.

It Is Very Common For Us To Desire Most What We Are Least Qualified To Obtain.

This Is My History; Like All Other Histories, A Narrative Of Misery.