The Public Is A Bad Guesser.

But My Way Of Writing Is Rather To Think Aloud, And Follow My Own Humours, Than Much To Consider Who Is Listening To Me; And, If I Stop To Consider What Is Proper To Be Said To This Or That Person, I Shall Soon Come To Doubt Whether Any Part At All Is Proper.

If Once A Man Indulges Himself In Murder, Very Soon He Comes To Think Little Of Robbing; And From Robbing He Comes Next To Drinking And Sabbath-breaking, And From That To Incivility And Procrastination.

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!

It Is Most Absurdly Said, In Popular Language, Of Any Man, That He Is Disguised In Liquor; For, On The Contrary, Most Men Are Disguised By Sobriety.

Out Of The Ruined Lodge And Forgotten Mansion, Bowers That Are Trodden Under Foot, And Pleasure-houses That Are Dust, The Poet Calls Up A Palingenesis.