Happy Is The Man Who

The Best Remedy For A Short Temper Is A Long Walk.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Genuine Witticisms Surprise Those Who Say Them As Much As Those Who Listen To Them; They Arise In Us In Spite Of Us, Or, At Least, Without Our Participation,--like Everything Inspired.

Young Authors Give Their Brains Much Exercise And Little Food.

Old Age Was Naturally More Honored In Times When People Could Not Know Much More Than What They Had Seen.