If A Man Who Is Born To

My Definition Of Man Is, A Cooking Animal. The Beasts Have Memory, Judgement, And All The Faculties And Passions Of Our Mind, In A Certain Degree; But No Beast Is A Cook....man Alone Can Dress A Good Dish; And Every Man Whatever Is More Or Less A Cook, In Seasoning What He Himself Eats.

In Every Place, Where There Is Any Thing Worthy Of Observation, There Should Be A Short Printed Directory For Strangers.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

That Favorite Subject, Myself.

I Am, I Flatter Myself, Completely A Citizen Of The World. In My Travels Through Holland, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I Never Felt Myself From Home.