The Last Pleasure In Life Is The

Painting For A Whole Morning Gives One As Excellent An Appetite For One's Dinner, As Old Abraham Tucker Acquired For His By Riding Over Banstead Downs.

...greatness Sympathises With Greatness, And Littleness Shrinks Into Itself.

A Scholar Is Like A Book Written In A Dead Language. It Is Not Every One That Can Read In It.

The Expression Of A Gentleman's Face Is Not So Much That Of Refinement, As Of Flexibility, Not Of Sensibility And Enthusiasm As Of Indifference; It Argues Presence Of Mind Rather Than Enlargement Of Ideas.

Good Temper Is One Of The Great Preservers Of The Features.