To Strive With Difficulties, And To Conquer

At Seventy-seven It Is Time To Be In Earnest.

A Man Who Is Good Enough To Go To Heaven Is Good Enough To Be A Clergyman.

Men Who Have Flattered Themselves Into This Opinion Of Their Own Abilities, Look Down On All Who Waste Their Lives Over Books, As A Race Of Inferior Beings Condemned By Nature To Perpetual Pupilage, And Fruitlessly Endeavouring To Remedy Their Barrenness By Incessant Cultivation, Or Succour Their Feebleness By Subsidiary Strength. They Presume That None Would Be More Industrious Than They, If They Were Not More Sensible Of Deficiences; And Readily Conclude, That He Who Places No Confidence In His Own Powers Owes His Modesty Only To His Weakness.

All History Was At First Oral.

Nay, Sir, Those Who Write In Them, Write Well, In Order To Be Paid Well.