A Person Loves To Review

A Writer Only Begins A Book. A Reader Finishes It.

There Is No Wisdom In Useless And Hopeless Sorrow.

He That Pines With Hunger, Is In Little Care How Others Shall Be Fed. The Poor Man Is Seldom Studious To Make His Grandson Rich.

They Who Look But Little Into Futurity, Have, Perhaps, The Quickest Sensation Of The Present.

Most Minds Are The Slaves Of External Circumstances, And Conform To Any Hand That Undertakes To Mould Them.