He Who Writes Badly Thinks Badly

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.

You May Twist The Word Freedom As Long As You Please, But At Last It Comes To Quiet Enjoyment Of Your Own Property, Or It Comes To Nothing. Why Do Men Want Any Of Those Things That Are Called Political Rights And Privileges? Why Do They, For Instance, Want To Vote At Elections For Members Of Parliament? Oh! Because They Shall Then Have An Influence Over The Conduct Of Those Members. And Of What Use Is That? Oh! Then They Will Prevent The Members From Doing Wrong.

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

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