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I Went To My Father's At Night. He Spoke Of Poor John [boswell's Brother] With Disgust. I Was Shocked And Said, "he's Your Son, And God Made Him." He Answered Very Harshly, "if My Sons Are Idiots, Can I Help It?

People, I Just Want To Say, You Know, Can We All Get Along? Can We Get Along? Can We Stop Making It, Making It Horrible For The Older People And The Kids? A Man Cannot Know Himself Better Than By Attending To The Feelings Of His Heart And To His External Actions, From Which He May With Tolerable Certainty Judge "what Manner Of Person He Is." I Have Therefore Determined To Keep A Daily Journal.

We Often Observe In Lawyers, Who As Quicquid Agunt Homines Is The Matter Of Law Suits, Are Sometimes Obliged To Pick Up A Temporary Knowledge Of An Art Or Science, Of Which They Understood Nothing Till Their Brief Was Delivered, And Appear To Be Much Masters Of It.

In Comparing These Two Writers, He [samuel Johnson] Used This Expression: "that There Was As Great A Difference Between Them As Between A Man Who Knew How A Watch Was Made, And A Man Who Could Tell The Hour By Looking On The Dial-plate." This Was A Short And A Figurative Statement Of His Distinction Between Drawing Characters Of Nature And Characters Only Of Manners, But I Cannot Help Being Of Opinion, That The Neat Watches Of Fielding Are As Well Constructed As The Large Clocks Of Richardson, And That His Dial Plates Are Brighter.

Those Who Would Extirpate Evil From The World Know Little Of Human Nature. As Well Might Punch Be Palatable Without Souring As Existence Agreeable Without Care.