Luncheon: As Much Food As One's Hand

Faults And Defects Every Work Of Man Must Have.

I Look Upon This As I Did Upon The Dictionary: It Is All Work, And My Inducement To It Is Not Love Or Desire Of Fame, But The Want Of Money, Which Is The Only Motive To Writing That I Know Of.

In The Motive Lies The Good Or Ill.

Man Alone Is Born Crying, Lives Complaining, And Dies Disappointed.

No Man Can Have Much Kindness For Him By Whom He Does Not Believe Himself Esteemed, And Nothing So Evidently Proves Esteem As Imitation.