A Newswriter Is A Man Without Virtue,

Each Change Of Many-colour'd Life He Drew, Exhausted Worlds, And Then Imagin'd New.

I Will Be Conquered; I Will Not Capitulate.

Merriment Is Always The Effect Of A Sudden Impression. The Jest Which Is Expected Is Already Destroyed.

Life Consists Not Of A Series Of Illustrious Actions Or Elegant Enjoyments. The Greater Part Of Our Time Passes In Compliance With Necessities, In The Performance Of Daily Duties, In The Removal Of Small Inconveniences, In The Procurement Of Petty Pleasures; And We Are Well Or Ill At Ease, As The Main Stream Of Life Glides On Smoothly, Or Is Ruffled By Small Obstacles And Frequent Interruption.

He Who Does Not Mind His Belly, Will Hardly Mind Anything Else.