For God's Sake (i Never Was More

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.

The Most Mortifying Infirmity In Human Nature, To Feel In Ourselves, Or To Contemplate In Another, Is Perhaps Cowardice.

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

A Book Reads The Better Which Is Our Own, And Has Been So Long Known To Us, That We Know The Topography Of Its Blots, And Dog's Ears, And Can Trace The Dirt In It To Having Read It At Tea With Buttered Muffins.

I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens Of Parnassus.