'tis A Sort Of Duty To Be

There Is Nothing Can Pay One For That Invaluable Ignorance Which Is The Companion Of Youth, Those Sanguine Groundless Hopes, And That Lively Vanity Which Makes All The Happiness Of Life.

My Dear Smollett ... Disgraces His Talent By Writing Those Stupid Romances Called History.

In Short I Will Part With Anything For You But You.

It's In No Way My Interest (according To The Common Acceptance Of That Word) To Convince The World Of Their Errors; That Is, I Shall Get Nothing From It But The Private Satisfaction Of Having Done Good To Mankind, And I Know Nobody That Reckons That Satisfaction Any Part Of Their Interest.

Begin Nothing Without Considering What The End May Be.