When I Was As You Are Now,

We Have Always Pretensions To Fame Which, In Our Own Hearts, We Know To Be Disputable.

By Writing, You Learn To Write.

A Fishing Rod Is A Stick With A Hook At One End And A Fool At The Other.

Among The Lower Classes Of Mankind There Will Be Found Very Little Desire Of Any Other Knowledge Than What May Contribute Immediately To The Relief Of Some Pressing Uneasiness, Or The Attainment Of Some Near Advantage.

The Trade Of Advertising Is Now So Near To Perfection That It Is Not Easy To Propose Any Improvement. But As Every Art Ought To Be Exercized In Due Subordination To The Public Good, I Cannot But Propose It As A Moral Question To These Masters Of The Public Ear, Whether They Do Not Sometimes Play Too Wantonly With Our Passions.