One Can Love Any Man That Is

Mankind Are Creatures Of Books, As Well As Of Other Circumstances; And Such They Eternally Remain,--proofs, That The Race Is A Noble And Believing Race, And Capable Of Whatever Books Can Stimulate.

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

I Am Persuaded There Is No Such Thing After All As A Perfect Enjoyment Of Solitude; For The More Delicious The Solitude The More One Wants A Companion.

To Receive A Present Handsomely And In A Right Spirit, Even When You Have None To Give In Return, Is To Give One In Return.

Fishes Do Not Roar; They Cannot Express Any Sound Of Suffering; And Therefore The Angler Chooses To Think They Do Not Suffer, More Than It Is Convenient For Him To Fancy. Now It Is A Poor Sport That Depends For Its Existence On The Want Of A Voice In The Sufferer, And Of Imagination In The Sportsman.