The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand

If Men Are Wont To Play With Swearing Anywhere, Can We Expect They Should Be Serious And Strict Therein At The Bar Or In The Church.

Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections Together With Indissoluble Bands Of Mutual Sympathy.

Poetry Is A Kind Of Ingenious Nonsense (spence, Anecdotes

None Are Too Wise To Be Mistaken, But Few Are So Wisely Just As To Acknowledge And Correct Their Mistakes, And Especially The Mistakes Of Prejudice.

The Proper Work Of Man, The Grand Drift Of Human Life, Is To Follow Reason, That Noble Spark Kindled In Us From Heaven.