All Censure Of A Man's Self Is

But What Can A Man See Of A Library Being One Day In It?

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed; And It Is Consolatory To Think, That Although We Can Seldom Add What Will Equal The Generous First Growths Of Our Youth, Yet Friendship Becomes Insensibly Old In Much Less Time Than Is Commonly Imagined, And Not Many Years Are Required To Make It Mellow And Pleasant.

Melancholy Cannot Be Clearly Proved To Others, So It Is Better To Be Silent About It.

But The Question Is, Whether The Animals Who Endure Such Sufferings Of Various Kinds For The Service And Entertainment Of Man, Would Accept Existence Upon The Terms On Which They Have It.

Nay, Sir, It Was Not The Wine That Made Your Head Ache, But The Sense That I Put Into It' 'what, Sir! Will Sense Make The Head Ache?' 'yes, Sir, (with A Smile,) When It Is Not Used To It.