Perhaps I Was Too Saucy

To Succeed, Jump As Quickly At Opportunities As You Do At Conclusions.

This Modesty In A Sect Is Perhaps A Singular Instance In The History Of Mankind, Every Other Sect Supposing Itself In Possession Of All Truth, And That Those Who Differ Are So Far In The Wrong ; Like A Man Traveling In Foggy Weather, Those At Some Distance Before Him On The Road He Sees Wrapped Up In The Fog, As Well As Those Behind Him, And Also The People In The Fields On Each Side, But Near Him All Appears Clear, Tho' In Truth He Is As Much In The Fog As Any Of Them.

Saying And Doing, Have Quarrel'd And Parted.

It Is The Working Man Who Is The Happy Man. It Is The Idle Man Who Is The Miserable Man.

The Church, The State, And The Poor, Are 3 Daughters Which We Should Maintain, But Not Portion Off.