All Violence, All That Is

Do Not Tell Me Of My Obligation To Put All Poor Men In Good Situations. Are They My Poor? I Tell Thee, Thou Foolish Philanthropist, That I Grudge The Dollar, The Dime, The Cent, I Give To Such Men As Do Not Belong To Me And To Whom I Do Not Belong

Every Man Is The Inlet And May Become The Outlet Of All There Is In God.

Wit Makes Its Own Welcome, And Levels All Distinctions. No Dignity, No Learning, No Force Of Character, Can Make Any Stand Against Good Wit.

I Consider Theology To Be The Rhetoric Of Morals.

Health Is The First Muse, And Sleep Is The Condition To Produce It.