The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death

The Apothegm Is The Most Portable Form Of Truth.... It Is Thus That The Proverb Answers Where The Sermon Fails, As A Well-charged Pistol Will Do More Execution Than A Whole Barrel Of Gunpowder Idly Expended In The Air.

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.

We Must Calculate Not On The Weather, Nor On Fortune, But Upon God And Ourselves. He May Fail Us In The Gratification Of Our Wishes, But Never In The Encounter With Our Exigencies.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul. The Soul Must Work Its Way Out Of Prison, And, In Doing So, Provide Itself With Wings For A Future Journey. It Is For Each Of Us To Determine Whether Our Wings Shall Be Those Of An Angel Or A Grub!

The Wonder Is Not That The World Is So Easily Governed, But That So Small A Number Of Persons Will Suffice For The Purpose. There Are Dead Weights In Political And Legislative Bodies As In Clocks, And Hundreds Answer As Pulleys Who Would Never Do For Politicians.