Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

A Poet Is A Painter In His Way, He Draws To The Life, But In Another Kind; We Draw The Nobler Part, The Soul And The Mind; The Pictures Of The Pen Shall Outlast Those Of The Pencil, And Even Worlds Themselves.

I Value Fame As Much As If I Had Been Born A Hero.

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.