The Vain Man Makes A Merit Of

The Love Of Letters Is The Forlorn Hope Of The Man Of Letters. His Ruling Passion Is The Love Of Fame.

Words Are The Only Things That Last For Ever.

The Public Is So In Awe Of Its Own Opinion That It Never Dares To Form Any, But Catches Up The First Idle Rumour, Lest It Should Be Behindhand In Its Judgment, And Echoes It Till It Is Deafened With The Sound Of Its Own Voice.

The More We Do, The More We Can Do; The More Busy We Are, The More Leisure We Have.

Prosperity Is A Great Teacher; Adversity A Greater.