The Scent Of Sloth Tempts A Smug

If Venereal Delight And The Power Of Propagating The Species Were Permitted Only To The Virtuous, It Would Make The World Very Good.

Writing A Book I Have Found To Be Like Building A House. A Man Forms A Plan, And Collects Materials. He Thinks He Has Enough To Raise A Large And Stately Edifice; But After He Has Arranged, Compacted And Polished, His Work Turns Out To Be A Very Small Performance. The Authour However Like The Builder, Knows How Much Labour His Work Has Cost Him; And Therefore Estimates It At A Higher Rate Than Other People Think It Deserves

If A Man Who Is Born To A Fortune Cannot Make Himself Easier And Freer Than Those Who Are Not, He Gains Nothing.

For My Own Part I Think No Innocent Species Of Wit Or Pleasantry Should Be Suppressed: And That A Good Pun May Be Admitted Among The Smaller Excellencies Of Lively Conversation.

I Am, I Flatter Myself, Completely A Citizen Of The World. In My Travels Through Holland, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I Never Felt Myself From Home.