Trade's Proud Empire Hastes To Swift Decay.

Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

Books Are Necessary To Correct The Vices Of The Polite; But Those Vices Are Ever Changing, And The Antidote Should Be Changed Accordingly Should Still Be New.

Is It That Nature, Attentive To The Preservation Of Mankind, Increases Our Wishes To Live, While She Lessens Our Enjoyments, And As She Robs The Senses Of Every Pleasure, Equips Imag-ination In The Spoil?

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.