I Fancy Mankind May Come, In Time,

But The Question Is, Whether The Animals Who Endure Such Sufferings Of Various Kinds For The Service And Entertainment Of Man, Would Accept Existence Upon The Terms On Which They Have It.

In An Orchard There Should Be Enough To Eat, Enough To Lay Up, Enough To Be Stolen, And Enough To Rot On The Ground.

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

Addison Writes With The Ease Of A Gentleman. His Readers Fancy That A Wise And Accomplished Companion Is Talking To Them; So Thathe Insinuates His Sentiments And Taste Into Their Minds By An Imperceptible Influence. Johnson Writes Like A Teacher. He Dictates To His Readers As If From An Academical Chair. They Attend With Awe And Admiration; And His Precepts Are Impressed Upon Them By His Commanding Eloquence. Addison's Style, Like A Light Wine, Pleases Everybody From The First. Johnson's, Like A Liquor Of More Body, Seems Too Strong At First, But, By Degrees, Is Highly Relished.

People, I Just Want To Say, You Know, Can We All Get Along? Can We Get Along? Can We Stop Making It, Making It Horrible For The Older People And The Kids? A Man Cannot Know Himself Better Than By Attending To The Feelings Of His Heart And To His External Actions, From Which He May With Tolerable Certainty Judge "what Manner Of Person He Is." I Have Therefore Determined To Keep A Daily Journal.