Business Was His Aversion; Pleasure Was His

Habit Is, To Weak Minds, A Species Of Moral Predestination, From Which They Have No Power To Escape.

I Find The Love Of Garden Grows Upon Me As I Grow Older More And More. Shrubs And Flowers And Such Small Gay Things, That Bloom And Please And Fade And Wither And Are Gone And We Care Not For Them, Are Refreshing Interests, In Life, And If We Cannot Say Never Fading Pleasures, We May Say Unreproved Pleasures And Never Grieving Losses.

An Orator Is The Worse Person To Tell A Plain Fact.

Bishop Wilkins Prophesied That The Time Would Come When Gentlemen, When They Were To Go On A Journey, Would Call For Their Wings As Regularly As They Call For Their Boots.

The Unaffected Language Of Real Feeling And Benevolence Is Easily Understood, And Is Never Ridiculous.