A Wonder Lasts But Nine Days, And

Hairbreadth Missings Of Happiness Look Like The Insults Of Fortune.

Though We May Sometimes Unintentionally Bestow Our Beneficence On The Unworthy, It Does Not Take From The Merit Of The Act. For Charity Doth Not Adopt The Vices Of Its Objects.

There Is Not In The Universe A More Ridiculous, Nor A More Contemptible Animal, Than A Proud Clergyman.

We Endeavor To Conceal Our Vices Under The Disguise Of The Opposite Virtues.

An Author Ought To Consider Himself, Not As A Gentleman Who Gives A Private Or Eleemosynary Treat, But Rather As One Who Keeps A Public Ordinary, At Which All Persons Are Welcome For Their Money.