The More A Man Writes, The More

No Man Would, I Think, Exchange His Existence With Any Other Man, However Fortunate. We Had As Lief Not Be, As Not Be Ourselves.

To Give A Reason For Anything Is To Breed A Doubt Of It.

To Get Others To Come Into Our Ways Of Thinking, We Must Go Over To Theirs; And It Is Necessary To Follow, In Order To Lead.

A Mighty Stream Of Tendency.

Conceit Is Vanity Driven From All Other Shifts, And Forced To Appeal To Itself For Admiration.