An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.

Both Wit And Understanding Are Trifles Without Integrity.

[t]here Are Depths Of Thousands Of Miles Which Are Hidden From Our Inquiry. The Only Tidings We Have From Those Unfathomable Regions Are By Means Of Volcanoes, Those Burning Mountains That Seem To Discharge Their Materials From The Lowest Abysses Of The Earth.

Were I To Be Angry At Men Being Fools, I Could Here Find Ample Room For Declamation; But, Alas! I Have Been A Fool Myself; And Why Should I Be Angry With Them For Being Something So Natural To Every Child Of Humanity?

Let Schoolmasters Puzzle Their Brain, With Grammar, And Nonsense, And Learning, Good Liquor, I Stoutly Maintain, Gives Genius A Better Discerning.