The Wretch Who Digs The

The Modes Of Speech Are Scarcely More Variable Than The Modes Of Silence.

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.

Oblivion Has Been Noticed As The Offspring Of Silence.

When These Incorrigible Talkers Are Compelled To Be Quiet, Is It Not Evident That They Are Not Silent Because They Are Listening To What Is Said, But Because They Are Thinking Of What They Themselves Shall Say When They Can Seize The First Lucky Interval, For Which They Are So Narrowly Watching?

Absence In Love Is Like Water Upon Fire; A Little Quickens, But Much Extinguishes It.