Every Witticism Is An Inexact Thought; That

The Only Effect Of Public Punishment Is To Show The Rabble How Bravely It Can Be Borne; And That Every One Who Hath Lost A Toe-nail Hath Suffered Worse.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

The Eyes Of Critics, Whether In Commending Or Carping, Are Both On One Side, Like A Turbot's.

Every Witticism Is An Inexact Thought; That Which Is Perfectly True Is Imperfectly Witty.

We Enter Our Studies, And Enjoy A Society Which We Alone Can Bring Together. We Raise No Jealousy By Conversing With One In Preference To Another; We Give No Offence To The Most Illustrious By Questioning Him As Long As We Will, And Leaving Him As Abruptly. Diversity Of Opinion Raises No Tumult In Our Presence: Each Interlocutor Stands Before Us, Speaks Or Is Silent, And We Adjourn Or Decide The Business At Our Leisure.