The Keen Spirit Seizes The Prompt Occasion.

Long Habit So Reconciles Us To Almost Any Thing, That The Grossest Improprieties Cease To Strike Us When They Once Make A Part Of The Common Course Of Action.

In Grief We Know The Worst Of What We Feel But Who Can Tell The End Of What We Fear?

I Used To Wonder Why People Should Be So Fond Of The Company Of Their Physician, Till I Recollected That He Is The Only Person With Whom One Dares To Talk Continually Of Oneself, Without Interruption, Contradiction Or Censure; I Suppose That Delightful Immunity Doubles Their Fees.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest, Compelled To Starve At An Unreal Feast: A Spark, Which Upward Tends By Nature's Force: A Stream Diverted From Its Parent Source; A Drop Dissever'd From The Boundless Sea; A Moment, Parted From Eternity; A Pilgrim Panting For The Rest To Come; An Exile, Anxious For His Native Home.

It Is The Large Aggregate Of Small Things Perpetually Occurring That Robs Me Of All My Time. The Expense Of Learning To Read Might Have Been Spared In My Education, For I Never Read.