Too Many Individuals Are Like

Clothes Form The Intellect Of The Dandy.

Better Make A Weak Man Your Enemy Than Your Friend.

Our Continual Desire For Praise Ought To Convince Us Of Our Mortality, If Nothing Else Will.

As In A Game Ov Cards, So In The Game Ov Life, We Must Play What Is Dealt Tew Us, And The Glory Consists, Not So Mutch In Winning, As In Playing A Poor Hand Well.

Error Will Slip Through A Crack, While Truth Will Stick In A Doorway.