Happiness, Or Misery, Is In The Mind.

All My Plans In Private Life; All My Pursuits; All My Designs, Wishes, And Thoughts, Have This One Great Object In View: The Overthrow Of The Ruffian Boroughmongers. If I Write Grammars; If I Write On Agriculture; If I Sow, Plant, Or Deal In Seeds; Whatever I Do Has First In View The Destruction Of Those Infamous Tyrants.

Sit Down To Write What You Have Thought, And Not To Think What You Shall Write.

Grammar, Perfectly Understood, Enables Us Not Only To Express Our Meaning Fully And Clearly, But So To Express It As To Enable Us To Defy The Ingenuity Of Man To Give To Our Words Any Other Meaning Than That Which We Ourselves Intend Them To Express.

The Town Of Guildford, Which (taken With Its Environs) I, Who Have Seen So Many, Many Towns, Think The Prettiest, And, Taken All Together, The Most Agreeable And Most Happy-looking, That I Ever Saw In My Life.

However Roguish A Man May Be, He Always Loves To Deal With An Honest Man.