Grief Is A Species Of Idleness.

The Man Who Is Asked By An Author What He Thinks Of His Work Is Put To The Torture And Is Not Obliged To Speak The Truth.

Among The Calamities Of War May Be Justly Numbered The Diminution Of The Love Of Truth By Falsehoods Which Interest Dictates And Credulity Encourages. A Peace Will Equally Leave The Warrior And The Relater Of Wars Destitute Of Employment; And I Know Not Whether More Is To Be Dreaded From Streets Filled With Soldiers Accustomed To Plunder, Or From Garrets Filled With Scribblers Accustomed To Lie.

To A Poet Nothing Can Be Useless.

Fraud And Falsehood Only Dread Examination. Truth Invites It.

Health Is Certainly More Valuable Than Money, Because It Is By Health That Money Is Procured.