What Two Ideas Are More

In Composing, As A General Rule, Run Your Pen Through Every Other Word You Have Written; You Have No Idea What Vigor It Will Give Your Style.

Lucy, Dear Child, Mind Your Arithmetic. You Know In The First Sum Of Yours I Ever Saw There Was A Mistake. You Had Carried Two (as A Cab Is Licensed To Do), And You Ought, Dear Lucy, To Have Carried But One. Is This A Trifle? What Would Life Be Without Arithmetic, But A Scene Of Horrors.

Hope Is The Belief, More Or Less Strong, That Joy Will Come.

Solitude Cherishes Great Virtues And Destroys Little Ones.

Find Fault, When You Must Find Fault, In Private, If Possible; And Some Time After The Offense, Rather Than At The Time.