Invention Is Almost The Only Literary Labour

I Am A Hardened And Shameless Tea Drinker, Who Has, For Twenty Years, Diluted His Meals With Only The Infusion Of This Fascinating Plant; Whose Kettle Has Scarcely Time To Cool; Who With Tea Amuses The Evening, With Tea Solaces The Midnight, And, With Tea, Welcomes The Morning.

Happiness," Said He, "must Be Something Solid And Permanent, Without Fear And Without Uncertainty.

To Revenge Reasonable Incredulity By Refusing Evidence, Is A Degree Of Insolence With Which The World Is Not Yet Acquainted; And Stubborn Audacity Is The Last Refuge Of Guilt.

The Life Of A Solitary Man Will Be Certainly Miserable, But Not Certainly Devout.

It Very Seldom Happens To A Man That His Business Is His Pleasure.