There Are Occasions On Which All Apology

Many Falsehoods Are Passing Into Uncontradicted History.

Deign On The Passing World To Turn Thine Eyes, And Pause Awhile From Letters, To Be Wise.

I Am Not So Lost In Lexicography As To Forget That Words Are The Daughters Of Earth, And That Things Are The Sons Of Heaven.

A Transition From An Author's Book To His Conversation, Is Too Often Like An Entrance Into A Large City.

To Tell Your Own Secrets Is Generally Folly, But That Folly Is Without Guilt; To Communicate Those With Which We Are Intrusted Is Always Treachery, And Treachery For The Most Part Combined With Folly.