He Who Fights And Runs

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

Man Little Knows What Calamities Are Beyond His Patience To Bear Till He Tries Them; As In Ascending The Heights Of Ambition, Which Look Bright From Below, Every Step We Rise Shows Us Some New And Gloomy Prospect Of Hidden Disappointment; So In Our Descent From The Summits Of Pleasure, Though The Vale Of Misery Below May Appear, At First, Dark And Gloomy, Yet The Busy Mind, Still Attentive To Its Own Amusement, Finds, As We Descend, Something To Flatter And To Please. Still As We Approach, The Darkest Objects Appear To Brighten, And The Mortal Eye Becomes Adapted To Its Gloomy Situation.

An Emperor In His Nightcap Will Not Meet With Half The Respect Of An Emperor With A Crown.

Take A Dollar From A Thousand And It Will Be A Thousand No More.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.