All Censure Of A Man's Self Is

We Must Take Our Friends As They Are.

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.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

In An Orchard There Should Be Enough To Eat, Enough To Lay Up, Enough To Be Stolen, And Enough To Rot On The Ground.

I Am Now To Offer Some Thoughts Upon That Sameness Or Familiarity Which We Frequently Find Between Passages In Different Authors Without Quotation. This May Be One Of Three Things Either What Is Called Plagiarism, Or Imitation, Or Coincidence.