It Is Usual For A Man Who

Among The Several Kinds Of Beauty, The Eye Takes Most Delight In Colors.

Love Is A Second Life.

A True Critic Ought To Dwell Upon Excellencies Rather Than Imperfections, To Discover The Concealed Beauties Of A Writer, And Communicate To The World Such Things As Are Worth Their Observation.

Were Not This Desire Of Fame Very Strong, The Difficulty Of Obtaining It, And The Danger Of Losing It When Obtained, Would Be Sufficient To Deter A Man From So Vain A Pursuit.

Reading Is To The Mind What Exercise Is To The Body.