The Greatest Offence Against Virtue Is To

Principle Is A Passion For Truth.

Envy Is The Most Universal Passion. We Only Pride Ourselves On The Qualities We Possess, Or Think We Possess; But We Envy The Pretensions We Have, And Those Which We Have Not, And Do Not Even Wish For. We Envy The Greatest Qualities And Every Trifling Advantage. We Envy The Most Ridiculous Appearance Or Affectation Of Superiority. We Envy Folly And Conceit; Nay, We Go So Far As To Envy Whatever Confers Distinction Of Notoriety, Even Vice And Infamy.

What I Mean By Living To One's Self Is Living In The World, As In It, Not Of It.

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

There Is Nothing Good To Be Had In The Country, Or If There Is, They Will Not Let You Have It.