The World Has Little To Bestow Where

Let Us Confess A Truth, Humiliating To Human Pride; - A Very Small Part Only Of The Opinions Of The Coolest Philosopher Are The Result Of Fair Reasoning; The Rest Are Formed By His Education, His Temperament, By The Age In Which He Lives, By Trains Of Thought Directed To A Particular Track Through Some Accidental Association - In Short, By Prejudice.

It Would Be Difficult To Determine Whether The Age Is Growing Better Or Worse; For I Think Our Plays Are Growing Like Sermons, And Our Sermons Like Plays.

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

Society Than Solitude Is Worse, And Man To Man Is Still The Greatest Curse.

Time Deals Gently With Me; And Though I Feel That I Descend, The Slope Is Easy.