No country has suffered so much from the ruins of war while being at p >>
Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors. >>
Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be >>
Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made nothing entire >>
Man is a creature made at the end of the week's work when God was tire >>
Such is the human race. Often it does seem such a pity that Noah and h >>
Though man is the only beast that can write, he has small reason to be proud of it. When he utters something that is wise it is nothing that the river horse does not know, and most of his creations are the result of accident.