If Pleasure Was Not Followed By Pain,

There Is Nothing More Dreadful To An Author Than Neglect; Compared With Which Reproach, Hatred, And Opposition Are Names Of Happiness; Yet This Worst, This Meanest Fate, Every One Who Dares To Write Has Reason To Fear.

His Death Eclipsed The Gayety Of Nations, And Impoverished The Public Stock Of Harmless Pleasure.

He Who Aspires To Be A Serious Wine Drinker Must Drink Claret.

Every Human Being Whose Mind Is Not Debauched, Will Be Willing To Give All That He Has To Get Knowledge.

Never Speak Of A Man In His Own Presence. It Is Always Indelicate, And May Be Offensive .