A Man Is Known By The Books

Extremes Meet, And There Is No Better Example Than The Naughtiness Of Humility.

To Aim To Convert A Man By Miracles Is A Profanation Of The Soul.

The Civilized Man Has Built A Coach, But Has Lost The Use Of His Feet.

The Pest Of Society Are The Egotist, They Are Dull And Bright, Sacred And Profane, Course And Fine. It Is A Disease That Like The Flu Falls On All Constitutions.

Our People Are Slow To Learn The Wisdom Of Sending Character Instead Of Talent To Congress. Again And Again They Have Sent A Man Of Great Acuteness, A Fine Scholar, A Fine Forensic Orator, And Some Master Of The Brawls Has Crunched Him Up In His Hands Like A Bit Of Paper.