I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think

Oh Call It By Some Better Name, For Friendship Sounds Too Cold.

Merit, God Knows, Is Very Little Rewarded.

A Man May Do Very Well With A Very Little Knowledge, And Scarce Be Found Out In Mixed Company; Everybody Is So Much More Ready To Produce His Own, Than To Call For A Display Of Your Acquisitions.

Asparagus Inspires Gentle Thoughts.

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.