When the precipitancy of a man's wishes hurries on his ideas ninety times faster than the vehicle he rides in--woe be to truth! and woe be to the vehicle and its tackling (let 'em be made of what stuff you will) upon which he breathes forth the disappointment of his soul!

When a man's wishes hurry on his ideas ninety times faster than the vehicle he rides in - woe be to truth! and woe be to the vehicle upon which he breathes forth his disappointment!
