A Grave Blockhead Should Always Go About

Indolence Is A Delightful But Distressing State; We Must Be Doing Something To Be Happy. Action Is No Less Necessary Than Thought To The Instinctive Tendencies Of The Human Frame.

Our Contempt For Others Proves Nothing But The Illiberality And Narrowness Of Our Own Views.

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.

The Love Of Letters Is The Forlorn Hope Of The Man Of Letters. His Ruling Passion Is The Love Of Fame.

Nothing Is More Unjust Or Capricious Than Public Opinion.