Abuse Is An Indirect Species Of Homage.

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

Those Who Object To Wit Are Envious Of It.

Violent Antipathies Are Always Suspicious, And Betray A Secret Affinity.

Art Must Anchor In Nature, Or It Is The Sport Of Every Breath Of Folly.

As We Advance In Life, We Acquire A Keener Sense Of The Value Of Time. Nothing Else, Indeed, Seems Of Any Consequence; And We Become Misers In This Respect.