I Find The Love Of Garden Grows

Books Only Spoil The Originality Of Genius. Very Well For Those Who Can't Think For Themselves - But When One Has Made Up One's Opinions, There Is No Use In Reading.

The Labor Of Thinking Was So Great To Me, That Having Once Come To A Conclusion Upon Any Subject, I Would Rather Persist In It, Right Or Wrong, Than Be At The Trouble Of Going Over The Process Again To Revise And Rectify My Judgment.

How Is It That Hope So Powerfully Excites, And Fear So Absolutely Depresses All Our Faculties?

Wit Is Often Its Own Worst Enemy.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.