To A Poet Nothing Can Be Useless.

The Happiness Of London Is Not To Be Conceived But By Those Who Have Been In It.

It Is Strange That There Should Be So Little Reading In The World, And So Much Writing. People In General Do Not Willingly Read, If They Can Have Any Thing Else To Amuse Them.

Language Is Only The Instrument Of Science, And Words Are But The Signs Of Ideas.

What Signifies Protesting So Against Flattery When A Person Speaks Well Of One, It Must Either Be True Or False, You Know If True, Let Us Rejoice In His Good Opinion If He Lies, It Is A Proof At Least That He Loves More To Please Me, Than To Sit S

The Man Who Feels Himself Ignorant Should, At Least, Be Modest.