Nothing Is More Hopeless Than A Scheme

Hope Is An Amusement Rather Than A Good, And Adapted To None But Very Tranquil Minds.

A Transition From An Author's Book To His Conversation Is Too Often Like An Entrance Into A Large City, After A Distant Prospect. Remotely, We See Nothing But Spires Of Temples And Turrets Of Palaces, And Imagine It The Residence Of Splendour, Grandeur, And Magnificence; But When We Have Passed The Gates, We Find It Perplexed With Narrow Passages, Disgraced With Despicable Cottages, Embarrassed With Obstructions, And Clouded With Smoke.

Idleness And Timidity Often Despair Without Being Overcome, And Forbear Attempts For Fear Of Being Defeated; And We May Promote The Invigoration Of Faint Endeavors, By Showing What Has Already Been Performed.

No One Ever Became Great By Imitation.

Since Life Itself Is Uncertain, Nothing Which Has Life For Its Basis Can Boast Much Stability.