He That Would Travel For The Entertainment

Every Man Has A Lurking Wish To Appear Considerable In His Native Place.

To Make Dictionaries Is Dull Work.

While Grief Is Fresh, Every Attempt To Divert Only Irritates. You Must Wait Till It Be Digested, And Then Amusement Will Dissipate The Remains Of It.

No Knowledge Is Useless, With The Exception Of Heraldry.

But To The Particular Species Of Excellence Men Are Directed, Not By An Ascendant Planet Or Predominating Humour, But By The First Book Which They Read, Some Early Conversation Which They Heard, Or Some Accident Which Excited Ardour And Emulation.