No Ghost Was Every Seen

No Man Who Has Once Heartily And Wholly Laughed Can Be Altogether Irreclaimably Bad.

He That Can Work Is Born To Be King Of Something.

The Wise Man Is But A Clever Infant, Spelling Letters From A Hieroglyphical Prophetic Book, The Lexicon Of Which Lies In Eternity.

Have Not I Myself Known Five Hundred Living Soldiers Sabred Into Crows' Meat For A Piece Of Glazed Cotton, Which They Call Their Flag; Which Had You Sold It At Any Market-cross, Would Not Have Brought Above Three Groschen?

Man Is Emphatically A Proselytizing Creature.