Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

Please Your Eye And Plague Your Heart.

Poverty Is, Except Where There Is An Actual Want Of Food And Raiment, A Thing Much More Imaginary Than Real. The Shame Of Poverty--the Shame Of Being Thought Poor--it Is A Great And Fatal Weakness, Though Arising In This Country, From The Fashion Of The Times Themselves.

Another Great Evil Arising From This Desire To Be Thought Rich; Or Rather, From The Desire Not To Be Thought Poor, Is The Destructive Thing Which Has Been Honored By The Name Of "speculation"; But Which Ought To Be Called Gambling.

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

When, From The Top Of Any High Hill, One Looks Round The Country, And Sees The Multitude Of Regularly Distributed Spires, One Not Only Ceases To Wonder That Order And Religion Are Maintained, But One Is Astonished That Any Such Thing As Disaffection Or Irreligion Should Prevail.