Every Man Is, Or Hopes To Be,

Composition Is For The Most Part An Effort Of Slow Diligence And Steady Perseverance, To Which The Mind Is Dragged By Necessity Or Resolution, And From Which The Attention Is Every Moment Starting To More Delightful Amusements.

Truth Allows No Choice.

Wit Will Never Make A Man Rich, But There Are Places Where Riches Will Always Make A Wit.

Man's Chief Merit Consists In Resisting The Impulses Of His Nature.

I Would Advise You, Sir, To Study Algebra, If You Are Not An Adept Already In It: Your Head Would Get Less Muddy, And You Will Leave Off Tormenting Your Neighbours About Paper And Packthread, While We All Live Together In A World That Is Bursting With Sin And Sorrow.