For Who Is Pleased With Himself.

Ignorance Is Mere Privation By Which Nothing Can Be Produced: It Is A Vacuity In Which The Soul Sits Motionless And Torpid For Want Of Attraction: And, Without Knowing Why, We Always Rejoice When We Learn, And Grieve When We Forget.

Authors And Lovers Always Suffer Some Infatuation, From Which Only Absence Can Set Them Free.

The Use Of Traveling Is To Regulate Imagination By Reality.

Vulgar And Inactive Minds Confound Familiarity With Knowledge, And Conceive Themselves Informed Of The Whole Nature Of Things, When They Are Shown Their Form Or Told Their Use.

Gloomy Calm Of Idle Vacancy.