If We Commit Any Crime, Or Do

I Used To Wonder Why People Should Be So Fond Of The Company Of Their Physician, Till I Recollected That He Is The Only Person With Whom One Dares To Talk Continually Of Oneself, Without Interruption, Contradiction Or Censure; I Suppose That Delightful Immunity Doubles Their Fees.

Imagination Frames Events Unknown, In Wild, Fantastic Shapes Of Hideous Ruin, And What It Fears Creates.

A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

My Retirement Was Now Become Solitude; The Former Is, I Believe, The Best State For The Mind Of Man, The Latter Almost The Worst. In Complete Solitude, The Eye Wants Objects, The Heart Wants Attachments, The Understanding Wants Reciprocation. The Character Loses Its Tenderness When It Has Nothing To Strengthen It, Its Sweetness When It Has Nothing To Soothe It.

One Kernel Is Felt In A Hogshead; One Drop Of Water Helps To Swell The Ocean; A Spark Of Fire Helps To Give Light To The World. None Are Too Small, Too Feeble, Too Poor To Be Of Service. Think Of This And Act.