One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

Let Such Teach Others Who Themselves Excel, And Censure Freely Who Have Written Well.

There Should Be, Methinks, As Little Merit In Loving A Woman For Her Beauty As In Loving A Man For His Prosperity; Both Being Equally Subject To Change.

I Never Knew Any Man In My Life Who Could Not Bear Another's Misfortunes Perfectly Like A Christian.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.