A Small Unkindness Is A

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.

What Ascends Up In Prayer Descends To Us Again In Blessings. It Is Like The Rain Which Just Now Fell, And Which Had Been Drawn Up From The Ground In Vapors To The Clouds Before It Descended From Them To The Earth In That Refreshing Shower.

A Faint Endeavor Ends In A Sure Defeat.

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.

Indeed, I Have, Alas! Outlived Almost Every One Of My Contemporaries. One Pays Dear For Living Long.