Luncheon: As Much Food As One's Hand

The Finest Landscape In The World Is Improved By A Good Inn In The Foreground.

Liberty Is The Parent Of Truth, But Truth And Decency Are Sometimes At Variance. All Men And All Propositions Are To Be Treated Here As They Deserve, And There Are Many Who Have No Claim Either To Respect Or Decency.

No Man Sympathizes With The Sorrows Of Vanity.

The Vicious Count Their Years; Virtuous, Their Acts.

Every Reader Should Remember The Diffidence Of Socrates, And Repair By His Candour The Injuries Of Time: He Should Impute The Seeming Defects Of His Author To Some Chasm Of Intelligence, And Suppose That The Sense Which Is Now Weak Was Once Forcible