Write How You Want, The Critic Shall

It Has Been Well Observed That Few Are Better Qualified To Give Others Advice Than Those Who Have Taken The Least Of It Themselves.

The Company Of Fools May First Make Us Smile, But In The End We Always Feel Melancholy.

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

Laws Grind The Poor, And Rich Men Rule The Law.

Popular Glory Is A Perfect Coquette; Her Lovers Must Toil, Feel Every Inquietude, Indulge Every Caprice, And Perhaps At Last Be Jilted Into The Bargain. True Glory, On The Other Hand, Resembles A Woman Of Sense; Her Admirers Must Play No Tricks. They Feel No Great Anxiety, For They Are Sure In The End Of Being Rewarded In Proportion To Their Merit.