Hunting Was The Labour Of The Savages

The Present Is Never A Happy State To Any Human Being.

Words Become Low By The Occasions To Which They Are Applied, Or The General Character Of Them Who Use Them; And The Disgust Which They Produce Arises From The Revival Of Those Images With Which They Are Commonly United.

Books Have Always A Secret Influence On The Understanding; We Cannot At Pleasure Obliterate Ideas; He That Reads Books Of Science, Thogh Without Any Fixed Desire Of Improvement, Will Grow More Knowing.

Misery And Shame Are Nearly Allied.

Admiration Begins Where Acquaintance Ceases