It Is An Unscrupulous Intellect That Does

Everyone Knows That By Far The Happiest And Universally Enjoyable Age Of Man Is The First. What Is There About Babies Which Makes Us Hug And Kiss And Fondle Them, So That Even An Enemy Would Give Them Help At That Age?

It Hardly Needs Explaining At Length, I Think, How Much Authority Or Beauty Is Added To Style By The Timely Use Of Proverbs. In The First Place Who Does Not See What Dignity They Confer On Style By Their Antiquity Alone?... And So To Interweave Adages Deftly And Appropriately Is To Make The Language As A Whole Glitter With Sparkles From Antiquity, Please Us With The Colours Of The Art Of Rhetoric, Gleam With Jewel-like Words Of Wisdom, And Charm Us With Titbits Of Wit And Humour.

Almost All Christians Being Wretchedly Enslaved To Blindness And Ignorance, Which The Priests Are So Far From Preventing Or Removing, That They Blacken The Darkness, And Promote The Delusion: Wisely Foreseeing That The People (like Cows, Which Never Give Down Their Milk So Well As When They Are Gently Stroked), Would Part With Less If They Knew More.

It Is Folly Alone That Stays The Fugue Of Youth And Beats Off Touring Old Age.

The Desire To Write Grows With Writing.