I Hate The Man Who Eats Without

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

Gone Before To That Unknown And Silent Shore.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

Ceremony Is An Invention To Take Off The Uneasy Feeling Which We Derive From Knowing Ourselves To Be Less The Object Of Love And Esteem With A Fellow-creature Than Some Other Person Is. It Endeavours To Make Up, By Superior Attentions In Little Points, For That Invidious Preference Which It Is Forced To Deny In The Greater.