I Suppose No Person Ever Enjoyed With

Many Infidels Have Maintained That Ignorance Is The Mother Of Devotion.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

A Page Of My Journal Is Like A Cake Of Portable Soup. A Little May Be Diffused Into A Considerable Portion.

I Am Now To Offer Some Thoughts Upon That Sameness Or Familiarity Which We Frequently Find Between Passages In Different Authors Without Quotation. This May Be One Of Three Things Either What Is Called Plagiarism, Or Imitation, Or Coincidence.

A Companion Loves Some Agreeable Qualities Which A Man May Possess, But A Friend Loves The Man Himself.