Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See,

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Books Never Pall On Me. They Discourse With Us, They Take Counsel With Us, And Are United To Us By A Certain Living Chatty Familiarity. And Not Only Does Each Book Inspire The Sense That It Belongs To Its Readers, But It Also Suggests The Name Of Others, And One Begets The Desire Of The Other.

Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than Himself.