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It Is The Vice Of Scholars To Suppose That There Is No Knowledge In The World But That Of Books.

If Our Hours Were All Serene, We Might Probably Take Almost As Little Note Of Them As The Dial Does Of Those That Are Clouded.

Literature, Like Nobility, Runs In The Blood.

The Worst Old Age Is That Of The Mind.

There Cannot Be A Surer Proof Of Low Origin, Or Of An Innate Meanness Of Disposition, Than To Be Always Talking And Thinking Of Being Genteel.