In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

The Pictures Placed For Ornament And Use, The Twelve Good Rules, The Royal Game Of Goose.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.

Philosophy Can Add To Our Happiness In No Other Manner But By Diminishing Our Misery; It Should Not Pretend To Increase Our Present Stock, But Make Us Economists Of What We Are Possessed Of. Happy Were We All Born Philosophers; All Born With A Talent Of Thus Dissipating Our Own Cares By Spreading Them Upon All Mankind.