Curiosity Is The Thirst Of The Soul.

In A Man's Letters You Know, Madam, His Soul Lies Naked, His Letters Are Only The Mirrour Of His Breast.

Occupation Alone Is Happiness.

He That Would Be Superior To External Influences Must First Become Superior To His Own Passions.

To Build Is To Be Robbed.

The Parallel Circumstances And Kindred Images To Which We Readily Conform Our Minds Are, Above All Other Writings, To Be Found In The Lives Of Particular Persons, And Therefore No Species Of Writing Seems More Worthy Of Cultivation Than Biography.