He Who Would Have Fine Guests, Let

Abuse Is Often Of Service. There Is Nothing So Dangerous To An Author As Silence.

There Is Such A Difference Between The Pursuits Of Men In Great Cities That One Part Of The Inhabitants Lives To Little Other Purpose Than To Wonder At The Rest. Some Have Hopes And Fears, Wishes And Aversions, Which Never Enter Into The Thoughts Of Others, And Inquiry Is Laboriously Exerted To Gain That Which Those Who Possess It Are Ready To Throw Away.

If Pleasure Was Not Followed By Pain, Who Would Forbear It?

That We Must All Die, We Always Knew, I Wish I Had Sooner Remembred It.

He Who Waits To Do A Great Deal Of Good At Once Will Never Do Anything.