Heaven Have Mercy On Us

Talk Not To Me Of Blasphemy, Man; I'd Strike The Sun If It Insulted Me.

An Utterly Fearless Man Is A Far More Dangerous Comrade Than A Coward.

Can It Be, That The Greek Grammarians Invented Their Dual Number For The Particular Benefit Of Twins?

Cannibals? Who Is Not A Cannibal? I Tell You It Will Be More Tolerable For The Fejee That Salted Down A Lean Missionary In His Cellar Against A Coming Famine; It Will Be More Tolerable For That Provident Fejee, I Say, In The Day Of Judgement, Than For Thee, Civilized And Enlightened Gourmand, Who Nailest Geese To The Ground And Feastest On Their Bloated Livers In Thy Pate De Fois Gras.

There Are Hardly Five Critics In America; And Several Of Them Are Asleep.