Of The Blessings Set Before You Make

A Writer Who Obtains His Full Purpose Loses Himself In His Own Lustre.

Quotation Is A Good Thing, There Is A Community Of Thought In It.

Unless A Woman Has An Amorous Heart, She Is A Dull Companion.

This Mournful Truth Is Everywhere Confessed, Slow Rises Worth By Poverty Depressed.

No Place Affords A More Striking Conviction Of The Vanity Of Human Hopes Than A Public Library; For Who Can See The Wall Crowded On Every Side By Mighty Volumes, The Works Of Laborious Meditations And Accurate Inquiry, Now Scarcely Known But By The Catalogue.