Death Tugs At My Ear

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

I Firmly Believe That If The Whole Material Medica, As Now Used, Could Be Sunk To The Bottom Of The Sea, It Would Be Better For Mankind-and All The Worse For The Fishes.

Put Not Your Trust In Money, But Put Your Money In Trust.

A Goose Flies By A Chart Which The Royal Geographical Society Could Not Mend.

To Obtain A Man's Opinion Of You, Make Him Mad.