History, We Know, Is Apt

That Is The Bitterest Of All,--to Wear The Yoke Of Our Own Wrong-doing.

Everybody Liked Better To Conjecture How The Thing Was, Than Simply To Know It; For Conjecture Soon Became More Confident Than Knowledge, And Had A More Liberal Allowance For The Incompatible.

Upon My Word, I Think The Truth Is The Hardest Missile One Can Be Pelted With.

"abroad," That Large Home Of Ruined Reputations.

To Have In General But Little Feeling, Seems To Be The Only Security Against Feeling Too Much On Any Particular Occasion.