Never Speak Of A Man In His

A Thousand Years May Elapse Before There Shall Appear Another Man With A Power Of Versification Equal To That Of Pope.

When Speculation Has Done Its Worst, Two And Two Still Make Four.

In Solitude We Have Our Dreams To Ourselves, And In Company We Agree To Dream In Concert.

Worth Seeing, Yes; But Not Worth Going To See.

A Short Letter To A Distant Friend Is, In My Opinion, An Insult Like That Of A Slight Bow Or Cursory Salutation - A Proof Of Unwillingness To Do Much, Even Where There Is A Necessity Of Doing Something.