The Folly Of Others Is Ever Most

Absence, Like Death, Sets A Seal On The Image Of Those We Love: We Cannot Realize The Intervening Changes Which Time May Have Effected.

A Book May Be Very Amusing With Numerous Errors, Or It May Be Very Dull Without A Single Absurdity.

Here Lies David Garrick, Describe Me Who Can, An Abridgment Of All That Was Pleasant In Man.

I Always Get The Better When I Argue Alone.

One Writer, For Instance, Excels At A Plan Or A Title Page, Another Works Away At The Body Of The Book, And A Third Is A Dab At An Index.