And You Are Never To Stir Out

There Seems Almost A General Wish Of Descrying The Capacity And Undervaluing The Labour Of The Novelist, And Of Slighting The Performances Which Have Only Genius, Wit, And Taste To Recommend Them.

But If I Were You, I Would Stand By The Nephew. He Has More To Give.

At My Time Of Life Opinions Are Tolerably Fixed. It Is Not Likely That I Should Now See Or Hear Anything To Change Them.

There Is Something In The Eloquence Of The Pulpit, When It Is Really Eloquence, Which Is Entitled To The Highest Praise And Honour. The Preacher Who Can Touch And Affect Such An Heterogeneous Mass Of Hearers, On Subjects Limited, And Long Worn Thread-bare In All Common Hands; Who Can Say Any Thing New Or Striking, Any Thing That Rouses The Attention, Without Offending The Taste, Or Wearing Out The Feelings Of His Hearers, Is A Man Whom One Could Not (in His Public Capacity) Honour Enough.

A Mind Lively And At Ease, Can Do With Seeing Nothing, And Can See Nothing That Does Not Answer.