Nothing Stings Us So Bitterly

The Troubles Which Have Come Upon Us Always Seem More Serious Than Those Which Are Only Threatening.

Wit Is The Flower Of The Imagination.

Envy Is Blind, And She Has No Other Quality Than That Of Detracting From Virtue

Nature Has Ordained That The Man Who Is Pleading His Own Cause Before A Large Audience, Will Be More Readily Listened To Than He Who Has No Object In View Other Than The Public Benefit.

The Populace Is Like The Sea Motionless In Itself, But Stirred By Every Wind, Even The Lightest Breeze.