No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past; What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last? Were It Not Better To Forget, Than But Remember And Regret?

Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.