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We Find The Works Of Nature Still More Pleasant, The More They Resemble Those Of Art.

Hope Calculates Its Scenes For A Long And Durable Life; Presses Forward To Imaginary Points Of Bliss; And Grasps At Impossibilities; And Consequently Very Often Ensnares Men Into Beggary, Ruin And Dishonor.

We See No Where The Pernicious Effects Of Luxury On A Republic More Than In That Of The Ancient Romans, Who Immediately Found Itself Poor As Soon As This Vice Got Footing Among Them, Though They Were Possessed Of All The Riches In The World.

As Addictions Go, Reading Is Among The Cleanest, Easiest To Feed, Happiest.

The Man Who Lives By Hope, Will Die By Hunger.