The Assailant Is Often In The Right;

Men Universally Are Ungrateful Towards Him Who Instructs Them, Unless, In The Hours Or In The Intervals Of Instruction, He Presents A Sweet-cake To Their Self-love.

When We Play The Fool, How Widethe Theatre Expands! Beside,how Long The Audience Sits Before Us!how Many Prompters! What A Chorus!

My Thoughts Are My Company; I Can Bring Them Together, Select Them, Detain Them, Dismiss Them.

The Habit Of Pleasing By Flattery Makes A Language Soft; The Fear Of Offending By Truth Makes It Circuitous And Conventional.

Something Of The Severe Hath Always Been Appertaining To Order And To Grace; And The Beauty That Is Not Too Liberal Is Sought The Most Ardently, And Loved The Longest.