Books Without The Knowledge Of Life Are

Nothing Odd Will Do Long. Tristram Shandy Did Not Last.

Life Must Be Filled Up, And The Man Who Is Not Capable Of Intellectual Pleasures Must Content Himself With Such As His Senses Can Afford.

There Is A Frightful Interval Between The Seed And The Timber.

Wit Is That Which Has Been Often Thought, But Never Before Was Well Expressed.

A Quibble Is To Shakespeare What Luminous Vapours Are To The Traveller: He Follows It At All Adventures; It Is Sure To Lead Him Out Of His Way And Sure To Engulf Him In The Mire.