Too Great Refinement Is False Delicacy, And

The Accent Of A Man's Native Country Remains In His Mind And His Heart, As It Does In His Speech.

The Confidence Which We Have In Ourselves Give Birth To Much Of That, Which We Have In Others.

Perhaps Being Old Is Having Lighted Rooms Inside Your Head, And People In Them, Acting. People You Know, Yet Can't Quite Name.

In Infants, Levity Is A Prettiness; In Men A Shameful Defect; But In Old Age, A Monstrous Folly.

Cunning And Treachery Proceed From Want Of Capacity.