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Most Of Those Who Make Collections Of Verse Or Epigram Are Like Men Eating Cherries Or Oysters: They Choose Out The Best At First, And End By Eating All.

Satire Is The Disease Of Art.

Thought Consoles Us For All, And Heals All. If At Times It Does You Ill, Ask It For The Remedy For That Ill And It Will Give It To You.

It Is Children Only Who Enjoy The Present; Their Elders Either Live On The Memory Of The Past Or The Hope Of The Future.

Running A House Should Be Left To Innkeepers.