Such Is The Emptiness Of Human Enjoyment

Every Other Author May Aspire To Praise; The Lexicographer Can Only Hope To Escape Reproach.

To Mean Understandings, It Is Sufficient Honour To Be Numbered Amongst The Lowest Labourers Of Learning; But Different Abilities Must Find Different Tasks. To Hew Stone, Would Have Been Unworthy Of Palladio; And To Have Rambled In Search Of Shells And Flowers, Had But Ill Suited With The Capacity Of Newton.

He Is Not Only Dull Himself, But The Cause Of Dulness In Others.

Admiration Must Be Continued By That Novelty Which First Produces It; And How Much Soever Is Given, There Must Always Be Reason To Imagine That More Remains.

Grief Is A Species Of Idleness.