A True Philosopher Is Beyond The Reach

No Thoroughly Occupied Person Was Ever Found Really Miserable.

There Is No Eloquence Which Does Not Agitate The Soul.

Authors Are Like Cattle Going To A Fair: Those Of The Same Field Can Never Move On Without Butting One Another.

The Damps Of Autumn Sink Into The Leaves And Prepare Them For The Necessity Of Their Fall; And Thus Insensibly Are We, As Years Close Around Us, Detached From Our Tenacity Of Life By The Gentle Pressure Of Recorded Sorrow.

Absurdities Are Great Or Small In Proportion To Custom Or Insuetude.