Life Is Too Short For A Long

Miserable Is The Fate Of Writers: If They Are Agreeable, They Are Offensive; And If Dull, They Starve.

My Dear Smollett ... Disgraces His Talent By Writing Those Stupid Romances Called History.

Muse, Time Has Taught Me That All Metaphysical Systems, Even Historical Facts Given As Truths, Are Hardly That, So I Amuse Myself With More Agreeable Lies; I No Longer Read Anything But Novels.

As I Approach A Second Childhood, I Endeavor To Enter Into The Pleasures Of It.

No Entertainment Is So Cheap As Reading, Nor Any Pleasure So Lasting. She Will Not Want New Fashions Nor Regret The Loss Of Expensive Diversions Or Variety Of Company If She Can Be Amused With An Author In Her Closet.