The Proud Hate Pride In Others.

I Have Thought That Wild Flowers Might Be The Alphabet Of Angels, — Whereby They Write On Hills And Fields Mysterious Truths, Which It Is Not Given Our Fallen Nature To Understand.

Arguing Is A Game That Two Can Play At. But It Is A Strange Game In That Neither Opponent Ever Wins.

I Have Lived, Sir, A Long Time And The Longer I Live, The More Convincing Proofs I See Of This Truth -- That God Governs In The Affairs Of Men. And If A Sparrow Cannot Fall To The Ground Without His Notice, Is It Probable That An Empire Can Rise Without His Aid? We Have Been Assured, Sir, In The Sacred Writings That "except The Lord Build They Labor In Vain That Build It." I Firmly Believe This; And I Also Believe That Without His Concurring Aid We Shall Succeed In This Political Building No Better Than The Builders Of Babel

Speak And Speed: The Close Mouth Catches No Flies.

There Are More Old Drunkards Than Old Doctors.