When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk

The First Inventions Of Commerce Are, Like Those Of All Other Arts, Cunning And Short-sighted.

When I Can't Talk Sense, I Talk Metaphor.

It Is The Common Fate Of The Indolent To See Their Rights Become Prey To The Active. The Conditions Upon Which God Hath Given Liberty To Man Is Eternal Vigilance; Which Condition If He Break, Servitude Is At Once The Consequence Of His Crime, And The Punishment Of His Guilt.

My Dear Doctor, I Am Surprised To Hear You Say That I Am Coughing Very Badly, As I Have Been Practising All Night.

I Have Never Yet Heard Of A Murderer Who Was Not Afraid Of A Ghost.