I Do Not Much Wish Well To

He That Is Pushing His Predecessors Into The Gulf Of Obscurity, Cannot But Sometimes Suspect, That He Must Himself Sink In Like Manner, And, As He Stands Upon The Same Precipice, Be Swept Away With The Same Violence.

Shakespeare Never Had Six Lines Together Without A Fault. Perhaps You May Find Seven, But This Does Not Refute My General Assertion.

A Cow Is A Very Good Animal In The Field; But We Turn Her Out Of A Garden.

Such Seems To Be The Disposition Of Man, That Whatever Makes A Distinction Produces Rivalry.

The Triumph Of Hope Over Experience.