I Allow No Hot-beds In The Gardens

Oft In The Stilly Night, Ere Slumber's Chain Has Bound Me, Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me; The Smiles, The Tears, Of Boyhood's Years, The Words Of Love Then Spoken; The Eyes That Shone Now Dimmed And Gone, The Cheerful Hearts Now Broken.

A Man May Do Very Well With A Very Little Knowledge, And Scarce Be Found Out In Mixed Company; Everybody Is So Much More Ready To Produce His Own, Than To Call For A Display Of Your Acquisitions.

Shut Not Thy Purse-strings Always Against Painted Distress.

In Every Thing That Relates To Science, I Am A Whole Encyclopaedia Behind The Rest Of The World.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.