A Merchant May, Perhaps, Be A Man

...it Will Not Always Happen That The Success Of A Poet Is Proportionate To His Labor.

Every Other Enjoyment Malice May Destroy; Every Other Panegyric Envy May Withhold; But No Human Power Can Deprive The Boaster Of His Own Encomiums.

The World Is Like A Grand Staircase, Some Are Going Up And Some Are Going Down.

Life Affords No Higher Pleasure Than That Of Surmounting Difficulties, Passing From One Step Of Success To Another, Forming New Wishes And Seeing Them Gratified.

Men Are Generally Idle, And Ready To Satisfy Themselves, And Intimidate The Industry Of Others, By Calling That Impossible Which Is Only Difficult.