The Life Of A Scholar Seldom Abounds

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.

The Volume Of Nature Is The Book Of Knowledge.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.