Poetry Is The Art Of Uniting Pleasure

Hope Is Itself A Species Of Happiness.

We Have Always Pretensions To Fame Which, In Our Own Hearts, We Know To Be Disputable.

Advice Is Offensive, Not Because It Lays Us Open To Unexpected Regret, Or Convicts Us Of Any Fault Which Had Escaped Our Notice, But Because It Shows Us That We Are Known To Others As Well As To Ourselves; And The Officious Monitor Is Persecuted With Hatred, Not Because His Accusation Is False, But Because He Assumes That Superiority Which We Are Not Willing To Grant Him, And Has Dared To Detect What We Desired To Conceal.

We May Take Fancy For A Companion, But Must Follow Reason As Our Guide.

Bounty Always Receives Part Of Its Value From The Manner In Which It Is Bestowed.